Dopefiend - Needle prayer

The needle don't ask. The needle don't care. He wakes to the itch in the walls — thin skin, hard light, borrowed blood. Every pocket got a crater in it, every promise came back as mud. She counts the steps to the next bad door, reads faces like cracked glass. Same hunger in a different coat, same fall, just a different pass. No clean hands here — only the roundabout hurt. One small lie, then another, till the whole room learns the dirt. Needle prayer, needle prayer — keep us on the edge. Needle prayer, needle prayer — balancing on the ledge. What we take, it takes us too. Needle prayer — the night keeps calling you. He swears he can quit by dawn, but dawn don’t know his name. The body makes its own law, and the mind signs the blame. She laughs with a mouth gone thin, like she heard that joke before. One more run, one more bruise, one more knock on the wrong door. Needle prayer, needle prayer — keep us on the edge. Needle prayer, needle prayer — balancing on the ledge. What we take, it takes us too. Needle prayer — the night keeps calling you. Say it low, then say it lower — the need outlives the pride. Every step is a small surrender, every breath a split inside. The junk don't love you. The junk don't lie. It takes your name, your nerve, your breath — then watches you try. Needle prayer, needle prayer — keep us on the edge! Needle prayer, needle prayer — balancing on the ledge! What we take, it takes us too! Needle prayer — the night keeps calling you! The needle… don’t… care.