Is it love…
When the syringe enters your skin
Kiss the dirty needle
Enters your skin
Love sores of emptiness
Let it take hold
You need it more than anything
Can’t sleep without it
Can’t function without it
Can’t live without it
We’re all gonna to die
Under the skin
Your blood’s unclean
Cleanse it, cleanse it
You need your fix
It’s here
Under your skin
Get it out
Cut it out
Can’t eat without it
Can’t feel without it
Can’t taste without it
We’re all going to die
Cleanse your blood
Cleanse your blood
Dirty needle love games
CLEANSE YOUR BLOOD
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