dealing

Running down the lanes, spitting some sick game,
Ensuring that tomorrow I'm filling the fat veins.
Little incision to pack in the bitter shame.
All that I can muster to screw up His holy name.

Sucking down the drugs to give me a little high,
The passions of my heart giving my stomach butterflies,
Knowing that in the morning, I'm gonna be asking myself why...
Holding, holding, my mind and body won't let go,
All I want to hear...I just want to know.
I quit, I give up, my hands are opened. Go,
Have Your way, May Your say be, so,
That I might die and Your life in me grow.