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Description
Heroin, alcohol, sex, or weed,
I have an addiction that I have to feed.
I have to cut and watch it bleed
To get a release, to get what I need.

I need a drizzle of a hot, red, pain.
But it’s a sharp fix, so I can’t complain.
My scars are my soul’s windowpanes
Because my eyes no longer need the strain.

Head on collision walking down these tracks,
But it’s to late now, I can’t turn back.
Just like a junkie that’s addicted to crack,
Fall into euphoria, until out, black.

I’ve slashed the skin, and cut to deep,
But they say you “sew” what you reap.
It’s the only promise I can’t keep.
I’m not awake, but I’m not asleep.

It’s hard to understand this thing,
Because I have to feel the burn, the sting
And I guess I could bake or even clean,
To help me when it’s happening.

No such luck, to temptation I give in
And cut again, again, and again.
I’m told I broke the most vengeful sin,
But it’s no use stopping now, there’s never an end.

Description
Heroin, alcohol, sex, or weed,
I have an addiction that I have to feed.
I have to cut and watch it bleed
To get a release, to get what I need.

I need a drizzle of a hot, red, pain.
But it’s a sharp fix, so I can’t complain.
My scars are my soul’s windowpanes
Because my eyes no longer need the strain.

Head on collision walking down these tracks,
But it’s to late now, I can’t turn back.
Just like a junkie that’s addicted to crack,
Fall into euphoria, until out, black.

I’ve slashed the skin, and cut to deep,
But they say you “sew” what you reap.
It’s the only promise I can’t keep.
I’m not awake, but I’m not asleep.

It’s hard to understand this thing,
Because I have to feel the burn, the sting
And I guess I could bake or even clean,
To help me when it’s happening.

No such luck, to temptation I give in
And cut again, again, and again.
I’m told I broke the most vengeful sin,
But it’s no use stopping now, there’s never an end.