This needle is twisting my veins
And wringing them dry of all the
Blood that once was
Now I'm just a leper shunning myself
I can't be trusted alone or with anyone else
Just lock me up and throw away the key
Or better yet give the key to me
And I'll cut myself open
And dig out the opium
Unlocking secrets I never knew about myself
What kind of person will I be when I'm shaking uncontrollably?
When my body starts attacking itself?
When my body tears itself apart
Trying to find the last molecule of Morphine
Hidden in the deepest cracks
Of the dried-up canyon
That was once my bloodstream?
What kind of person will I be when I'm shaking uncontrollably?
When I can't find a vein and my
Friends are lying next to me
Writhing in pain?
Who will I be
When my family is still by my side
As I spit in their faces when I
Run out of places to hide?
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be when the odds are stacked against me?
When I'm backed into a corner
And the walls around start
Crumbling down?
Who will I be?