this needle in my arm is not filled with drug through my veins ~ through my veins run memories and i am addicted to pain and who will come and take this sorrow upon stronger shoulders and cut this ball and chain and cut this ball and chain can i sit on your padded pew can i bleed on your carpet or do you want me when i'm clean and not now and not now can i take my addictions into your theology is it big enough to feel my pain or will i stain your glass with street smells and sweat and where can i go and where can i go when i'm addicted?WHAT I NEED / Don't Need pills smokes pipe needles drink huff too much food too little food sex without rules experimentation hope mercy love forgiveness help strength a 2nd chance again what i need what i need
CUTTER in bed alone you don't want to die you just want to bleed so you grab the blade and slice some flesh crimson drops slide down your stomach and you feel release but the pain always returns always
3 NAILS we pushed the nails through His hands and feet and He died sweet red drops shed for junkies and thieves cutters and huffers victims and victimizers a perfect flow for an imperfect world
BROKEN CHAINS i sat in the graveyard in my own tomb waiting for the dirt to rain down and then the voice filtered through this hell who wants to be free who wants to be free and i followed with all my might traced the footsteps of Christ embraced the cross knelt prayed cried the sound of broken chains falling the sun rising in my heart the explosion of freedom and joy and yet i return to the graveyard and see the shadows of the broken ones sitting in their tombs i will not forget you do you hear His voice who wants to be free who wants to be free