ADDICT
ADDICTION TITLE
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?

MAN IN MELTING POT

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


THE NIGHTMARE


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

CHAINS SEPARATOR

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


GOTH BUILDING

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