Shelter From the Spoon

The affliction of the needle
 And so suffer now the soul
 Takes another comrade
 Once there was, now is a hole
 The incremented acclimation
 Loathe to be alive
 Usurp me of a better life
 And struggle to survive
 Repeat the mantra of
 One hundred thousand souls
 I could do anything if I could get clean
 You loved me dearly I could see
 And I for you it's told
 Our love was left like lactose cut
 Outside the cotton roll
 I'm sorry that I couldn't stop the pain
 And impending doom
 And how I ran for shelter from
 The needle and the spoon
 Cuz in the end every junkie
 Is just waiting for the man, she said
 I could do anything if I could stay clean
 So clean