Liars, addicts, killers and thieves. We all have something, something we need, reveling in the pain as you bleed, addictions planted in your head, planted a seed. Now you’re lying in bed, there's something you need, something to make that itch go, something to give you a show. Something to **** your mind into a slow. Sounds beating your head till you go.  Caught in a needle one that you’ve known. One that feels home, one that numbs those pains into stone. But those are unknown, it’s eating what’s on your mind and now it’s over blown, side effects shown, just one more time, no.