Heroin

I take you in, once again
I wish that I could stop
It's unhealthy for me
But I just can't see
How there could ever be
A you without a me

As twisted King and Queen we reign
But who's the drug and who's the vein
Who's the push and who's the flow
Who the hell am I to know?

Can I get another shot
Hurts so good, I need a lot
You give me things that can't be bought
Things that make my conscience rot
Rot my soul from outside in
Addicted to your brand of sin
The brand of sin I love to use
The brand of sin that I abuse
The sin that keeps us out of heaven
All poets die at twenty-seven