I of the Needle
Huddled in a corner, unseen by a world so vast
There lies a trampled figure, with eyes of smokey glass
Searching for a future, distorted by the past
Shattered in an instant by a shot too good to last

Pushing, pulling, pressure's crushing
Running harder to get away
Time nears reaping, death's door's greeting
Slipping further to dismay

Delirium rules an innocent life, a diet of tears and dope
The strangling grip of a punctured vein, a life of faded hope
Looking to the needle now, looking to the rope
The light flickers weakening, unable now to cope

Pushing, pulling, pressure's crushing
Running harder to get away
Time nears reaping, death's door's greeting
Slipping further to dismay

Oh Lord, I am a burnt up offering
High on desolation
My God too long have I been
Shadowed by my fears
Your love is way beyond all
Human comprehension
I pray, that you'll kill the pain
And wipe away the tears