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He Gave Me The Good Stuff

Down on my knees
Consumed by sickness
So eager to please
For some quick bliss
Lack of restraint
Deny addiction
No cause for complaint
Feed my afflictions
Curb my hunger with the filth of your dark mind
Take me down into the shadows of your eyes
Drain my blood and fill my veins with metal shavings
Rip my heart out and infuse me with your craving
Drugged and abused
Sore with hunger
Worn from misuse
Senseless, I suffer
Nowhere to hide
The needles fold
This heroin high
Burning my soul
Callous and unforgiving are the hands that feed me
I fight against this disease that consumes me
And in the darkness I find myself stumbling away
Naked and broken with no more words to say