Hormonal intake from your needle, has already begun the effects
I can feel the veins, enplague my many necks
After crashing through walls, without any direction
The doctor straps me down, and gives me another injection
I lay and wonder, what will happen next
I feel the shortening, of my many necks
The veins are dissapearing, along with my vitality
I soon face the harsh reality, of mortality
(June 2009)
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