Pins and Needles: Music
Narcotic
(Pins and Needles)
Narcotic
We waste away our youth
We hunt like dogs for food
My limbs are shaking
My spirit slowly breaking
We rot in this fate
Suppliers are always late
I wait, lamenting
This life I’m wasting
A fiend that dictates
A dose that placates
Chemicals treating
This high that’s fleeting
My mind’s a machine, programmed for this need
And this love will be the death of me……..
No rest from sleeping, this love I’m seeking