I looked back once and all I saw was his face
Smiling, the needle crying.
Walking out of his room with mirrors, afraid I heard him scream,
"You'll never get away".
Cold and shaking I crawled down alleys to try
And scrape away the tracks that marked me.
Slammed my face into walls of concrete.
I stared amazed at the words written on the wall.
Don't ever trust the needle, it lies.
Don't ever trust the needle when it cries your name.
Wet and raving the needle keeps calling me back
To bloody my hands forever.
Carved my cure with the blade that left me in scars.
Now every time I'm wak words scream from my arm.
Don't ever trust the needle, it lies.
Don't ever trust the needle when it cries your name.
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