The Needle

I saw my Brother in a needle
I saw my Brother face the gun
I saw my Brother back in the laughing time
With every moment a brand new day
With childhood drawn out
Stretching to now
Until one day every day became the same

I saw my Brother in a needle
I saw my Brother face the gun
I saw my Brother on the run
Living the little time he had
But progress was just too much
More than he really wanted or needed
Society of lies
Repeated daily by the same faces
Denying balance the lies became truth
What's the difference in dead and
Living a lie

I saw my Brother in a needle
I saw my Brother face the gun
I saw my Brother love the wrong ones

Looking for love a long time gone
Alone in relationships
He couldn't communicate sorrow
Felt in each lie told
Finally choosing exile over madness
I saw my Brother shooting pain
I saw my Brother in a needle

I saw my Brother in a needle
I saw my Brother face the gun
I saw my Brother back in the laughing time
With every morning a brand new day
With every childhood drawn out
Stretching to now
Until one day every day became the same

I saw my Brother in a needle
I saw my Brother face the gun
I saw my Brother back in the laughing time
With every morning a brand new day
With every childhood drawn out
Stretching to now
Until one day every day became the same

I saw my Brother in a needle
I saw my Brother face the gun
I saw my Brother one the run

I saw my Brother in a needle
I saw my Brother face the gun
I saw my Brother