Devoured by everything,
I need to feel the hands
That feeds me wrong stuff,
Where's that needle?
I don't need anyone
To tell me I lost the grip...
Please now, can you help me?

Hey, Lover Boy,
Your Mama's proud and joy.
It's time for you to use it,
Come on, boy, let's lose it.
They look down on you
So small and frightened child,
The walls are closing in on me.

Destroyed by human beings,
I need to bite the hands
that turned me cold as stone,
where's that needle?
I don't need anything
Or someone unrelated to judge me,
So please now, can you hear me?

Hey, Stupid-Cupid,
Here's your chance to prove it!
She hates you; now she killed you,
In her mind you're just a stone-cold body.
You are alone,
Your own proud and joy,
They told you to be bold
Now the grave looks so close.

Another day has passed you,
You're dying slowly on the operation table.
Inside your heart you feel a hole,
So now you manufacture another crazy war.
And all you really need
Is the warmth of a loving heart!
(I don't know my own...)

Destroyed by everything,
You hate to bite the hands
That feeds you wrong stuff,
Lose that needle!!!
Fight, boy!
Gain Control!
Find your peace of mind
Before there comes a time
When you go out of your mind!

(The Needle:
"You've got to listen to me,
You've got to give in to me,
I know what you need,
Give in to it now!")

(Me:
"It's so hard to stay sober
When life's throwing you to nowhere,
I really need this getaway...

So I stick the needle into my arm...
So nice to feel so cold and stoned...")