The Junkie’s Prayer

That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold
This sickness inside me tears at my soul
And the devil await's me, he calls me his son
For he knows I'm cornered and
Too weak to run

For I soon must return to
My gutter of thrills
Where joy is the needle or a bottle of pills
Where a man welcomes misery like
An old friend from home
That he uses and abuses till
The misery is gone

My mind's filled with torture
My body's in pain
But the needle is warm as it sinks in my vein
Just a matter of seconds then
My mind will be free
From the coldness and darkness
That dominate me
But the freedom is short lived
And then I'm alone
I must find the pusher but
My money's all gone
Then the cycle of horror
Starts over once more
Oh God, let me suffer this misery no more