Sharing Needles Lyrics
get sick again.So what's wrong with this picture but bones in the beak of theErudite who talks to himself.Cut yourself, hang yourself...The human instinct presides whenmind and body consequentially divide. Emerge from cold tile.Not to be reborn...Rather, to suck the breast of scorn.Breathe in...Breathe out. The drugs begin to take and whatused to be a deadly secret, now is the utmost rapport.As far as I can tell, I am more addicted to a wealth of beingpossessed. Make room, deep inside, for malevolent thoughts inyour mind. It's a conflict of interest, but it makes the trutheasy to find. When the walls are hammering down your curse andthe prophecies stand aside...Time flying by like you wish youwere dead...So hide as well as you can. You'll never be free.How does it feel? You've got no fuckin' chance.All done...This is it...You're gonna burn in fuckin' Helluntil you die. Sickened by relation...You're diseased.Sharing needles!
December Wolves Sharing Needles
