The needle on the bed,
Where you once laid your head.
The Prick and The Sting,
The nothing you bled.
Once was enough,
Sleep when you're dead.

And you feel it,
And you feed it,
And you feel it ain't never enough.

Your blood makes you this way,
Never know what to say.
The Prick and The Sting,
Words gone astray.
Once was enough,
A truth to betray.

And you feel it,
And you feed it,
And you feel it ain't never enough.

The urge, it takes hold,
To have and to mold.
The Prick and The Sting,
The weakness now bold.
Once was too much,
Your premise unfolds.

And you feel it,
And you feed it,
And you feel it ain't never enough.


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