My last drop in this box...

To pierce the skin, is my release,
I feel the heat running beneath,
A relaxed state of mind taking it all away,
Just one more hit to take away the pain,

Stop!
Stop!
I can't hear myself in this glass box!
Stop!
Stop!
I can't free myself, I need my last drop!

My breath weakened, I can see it on these cold, dark streets,
With every spoon I burn, I succumb to the demon within,
Dirty nails, fingerless gloves, ragged shirt, I'm so cold in my wet cardboard home,
The syringes carry their own ghosts, I know it's my nightmare but I can't let go.

I'm abusing my hollow vessel, this pure liquid holds no questions,
I know it's a dark evil circle, nobody can hear my frustrations,
Light a match to light the candle, flickering flames entice my desire,
Crawling skin, this addiction I can't handle, it all started in the boys choir...

Stop!
Stop!
I can't hear myself in this glass box!
Stop!
Stop!
I can't free myself, I need my last drop!

He said Jesus wanted me to do it,
The grotesque human told me to touch it,
Shaking, terrified of being a sinner,
I prayed to the Lord, wishing he could hear my screams and feel my pain,
I didn't get an answer, they kept on abusing me, so I chose cocaine.

Stop!
Stop!
I can't hear myself in this glass box!
Stop!
Stop!
I can't free myself, I need my last drop!
Stop!
Stop!
Why can't I stop?
Why?!
Stop!
Stop!
Clouded senses, I can't see a way out,
No cracks in this box, but I want to breakout!
I'm just an echo that nobody hears,
It's like I'm in a prison with all my fears,

At night when the moon hangs from the sky, I ask myself why was it me,
My god Why?!
When daylight arrives and my sober hours begin, I still feel that urge to pierce my skin,

The sound of a junkie in this poetic madness,
The feeling of a loner in this empty sadness,
I just want to feel,
So please hear me now...

Stop!
Stop!
I can't hear myself in this glass box!
Stop!
Stop!
I can't free myself, I need my last drop!
I promise just this once and I'll stop,
I will stop!