Testo High Hopes

The needle cold punches the vein
Rush
Tremble pressing the plunger
Push
For the pleasure and pain. Sting and strain you risk everything. To feel again. Hell with the hopeless. Every clinic in America sees you. Eyes wide shut bitch. Everyone ignores you. They all just walk by. You chose your bed so. Sleep tight. Just a junkie doomed to die on the side walk. A human with a heart who’s lost. But they don’t see you. Push it in. Find the spot. Force the needle in. Tearing. Ripping. Fucking addiction. Corruption of the people love. Intake drug deaths and homeless heart aches
Sad truth is that most of you will die full of holes