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With This Needle, I Thee Wed...

So now little man you're tired of grass, LSD,PCP, cocaine, speed and hash. You think you've tried them all, think again. When someone pretending to be a true friend, Says "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroine." You'll need lots of money, haven't you been told? For darling, I am more expensive than gold. You'll start by inhaling me one afternoon. Then You'll take me into your arms very soon. And once I'm deep, deep in your veins. The cravings will drive you insane. The chills, the cold sweats, the pains. Which can only be eased by my little white grains. The nightmares, the guilt, your guts in knot. Begging and screaming, for just one more shot. You'll swindle your mother for less than a buck. And end up in an animal vile, and go corrupt. You think you've got the mystical knack. Just try getting me off your back. Keep telling yourself you're not a disgrace. Only to find out you're addicted to poppy seed waste. In the end you'll give up your mind, body and heart. And then you'll be mine till death do us part.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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