That moment when The needle hits the skin There's a second of hesitation Then the metal glides in Call it pleasure Call it pain Call it numb It's all the same Until the poison goes in
So rip my flash Feed me life Infuse death Make me feel nice Steal my breath Don't think twice Just let the poison go in
Sticks and stones May break my bones But bliss will Kill me faster Cyanide and lace And your wicked, pretty face Have all become my masters
That heartbeat when The razor hits the skin You need determination When the metal sinks in Call it pleasure Call it pain Call it numb It's all the same Until the blood begins
So rip my flesh Deny me life Feed me death Make me think twice But let me rest Make me feel nice Just let the poison go in
Needles Through Skin
Oddly enough, I've never been an IV drug user. Even in my most self-destructive phases, there were just some kinds of oblivion that I didn't seek out. This song is, instead, inspired by my switch from pills to insulin to manage my diabetes. There is this moment of resistance when you press the needle against your skin that is both physical and psychological. You know you have to hurt yourself to make yourself better, but even your skin resists the idea. You press, feeling the skin locking the metal out, feeling the pain, and then, suddenly, there is a popping feeling, and your body gives way.
Cynthia is a 50 something mom to 2 talkative, creative, whirling dervishes. They're not feral. Honest. Just homeschooled. In her free time, Cynthia enjoys being a hot mess whose neuroticism makes excellent song and story fodder.