Pincushion

sickwillie

I wanted to write something "stream of consciousness" style, to just set the pen to paper and let the ink flow. My starting point was an acquaintance of mine, who had told me some six months after the fact that he had overcome a private battle with drug addiction. I thought to myself how horrible it would have been to hear about this in the form of a death. Then, this monstrosity came out... I can safely say that this is the first ten part rock opera I've ever written lyrics for. that said, it could certainly use some editing, but I'm just throwing it all out here for people to interpret, discuss, and hate on. Enjoy

Part I:

Metaphors to manifestation
It's growing its way out
And nothing can halt the advance
Our minds are made up before we get the chance to think

Needles in our veins
Bleeding out the remains
Brought back to life again
Only to hunger, only to seek out an end

Control is an option
Only to he who controls
To it which commands
To none but the poison incarnate inside

The lifelines are down
There's no one around
A flicker, a fade
Surrender, sedate

As this body cries helplessly
The mind twists the knife
Jabbing and scarring with reckless abandon
It's only ambition to feed, its passion its vice

Pincushion's falling apart
All that remains is a heart

Part II:

"I got hit
And I've never tasted blood so sweet
Oh, if there ever was a bullet to eat
That could bring it back to my tongue"

As you trip
You relate these feelings to me
As though you wear shackles to be free
And, as they tighten, you just come undone

You're only happy when you've had enough
So as to say, when you've had too much
As you would claim, when your soul is stuffed
So as to say, when you've spent enough blood

And it's terrifying to see you desperate and cold
It would seem that your life has been bought and sold
And as purifying as it feels to give yourself
It would seem that there isn't very much left

You're only happy when you move up a rung
So as to say, when you bring that taste to your tongue
Until everything's been tasted, but what does it mean to be done?

sickwillie

Part III:

Those holes are only getting bigger
Soon you'll have fallen inside
And you won't hear us call your name
You won't see the tears we cry
Will that satisfy?
Is it good enough to die?
Will it bring the same spark to your eye
To know that we have lost this fight?

I need you to try...

Part IV:

Stumbling blindly
Hunting for relief
Anything for release
Anything for sleep
And you find it where it's always been
Your kingdom for a syringe

So stab it away
Don't dare face the day without some help
The world is a scary place
And your comfort won't come from anywhere or anything else

Cling to belief
Faith is never cheap
In swollen tongues they speak
Culling the weak
And they find you where you've always been
Praying for another binge

So stab at the pain
Don't dare to show restraint against your hell
Communion is what you crave
And your altar is your grave
But your comfort won't come from anywhere or anything else

Part V:

Stream of consciousness is trickling dry
It's an accomplishment to stay alive
And you swear it's okay
You swear it's all changed now

The killing has stopped, you proudly proclaim
Looking for forgiveness, but you know you're still holding the blade
And it's dripping a pool behind you
Building a wall around you

Stream of consciousness is trickling dry
It's such a detriment to see your eyes
Look into mine and lie
I swear I thought I saw you cry...

sickwillie

Part VI:

I see they've finally taken you too far away to retrieve
I wish you'd seen them not as saviours but as thieves
And now they've stolen you
Fading out of view and I have to wonder
Do you snap out of it before
They drag you through that door
Were you frantic and afraid?
Feeling so betrayed, so driven under

Part VII:

But if they ever let you up for air
Just swim like hell and come back home
And if you ever get here, I swear
You'll never have to be alone
And if you ever feel like you're scared
Of what would happen if you fall down
Just know there's someone who cares
I'll never let you hit the ground

If you can hear me, don't stay down
You may be sinking, but please don't drown...

Part VIII:

Pincushion's fallen apart
I want to put you back together, but where to start?

Part IX:

I'm not giving up just yet
You can't be gone, I won't accept
There's life inside that body
And I'm coming in to get it

Something tells me if you opened your eyes
I'm the only one who wouldn't be surprised

I'm not letting go, not ever
This bond's too strong to sever
There's life inside that body
And I'll bring it out, whatever it takes...

Something tells me if you started breathing
I'm the only one who'd never have been grieving
But I can't bring you back alone
Start believing...

Part X:

If you can hear me, it's over now
You may have swam, but they held you down.