I'm a Pin Cushion!

I am paused on the edge of a pin, and I can't even begin, to try and tell you what it is like! Balanced upon the point of a knife, its my life, and I can't even begin to try and tell you what it is like.

It is like guttered butterflies, twisting inside, guttered butterflies, an addiction that drives!

Needle in the vein, it is a pipeline powder stain!

I am a pin cushion, a pin cushion, a pushing and a rushing and a splashing and a gushing!

Yeah it is a pin pushing in, to a flesh pin cushion yeah!

It is the fashion you see, it is in my scene!

And it is my life that you see, run by methamphetamines!

Oh, the demons that claw me, with my enemies that bore into me, and the devils that war with me, plus my wife who adores me!

All pricks to my heart, mind, body , spirit and skin!

As the rush takes my soul higher and deeper within.

And I can't even begin to try and tell you what it is like.

And so, get on your bike and take a fortuitous hike, as I rap on this mike, making absurd nonsense, which takes flight, over us, like a breath lost in the wind.

And so it begins!