Lyrics

The affliction of the needle And so suffer now the soul Takes another comrade Once there was, now is a hole The incremented acclimation Loathe to be alive Usurp me of a better life And struggle to survive Repeat the mantra of One hundred thousand souls I could do anything if I could get clean You loved me dearly I could see And I for you it's told Our love was left like lactose cut Outside the cotton roll I'm sorry that I couldn't stop the pain And impending doom And how I ran for shelter from The needle and the spoon Cuz in the end every junkie Is just waiting for the man, she said I could do anything if I could stay clean So clean