[Verse 1 – Easy and Reflective] I walked into that shop feelin’ proud and free, Had the idea in my head, meant somethin’ to me. Guy said, “Take a seat, we’ll make it clean,” He cracked a grin, fired up that machine. The buzz was calm, like a storm held tight, A permanent mark that finally felt right. I breathed in deep, ready for the burn, But the second it hit—man, tables turned… ⸻ [Chorus – Full Rage, Heavy Guitars Kick In] The needle hit skin and I wasn’t in that chair, I was back in my room, gaspin’ for air. Fists flyin’ down from a drunk son of a bitch, A scared little kid just takin’ the hits. It didn’t hurt—hell, I felt nothin’ new, Just the ghost of that bastard breakin’ through. If I found that tree where they spread his ash, I’d burn it down, light it up, and laugh. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Cool Again, Proud Reflection] When it was done, man, the ink looked bold, Lines so sharp, clean, and cold. Healed up quick like a kiss from the sun, Didn’t flinch once, didn’t try to run. It’s strange how beauty can hold so much pain, A badge of survival that still leaves a stain. Now I wear it proud, like a shield on my skin, But the bastard still whispers when the night rolls in… ⸻ [Chorus – Harder, Even Stronger] The needle hit skin and I wasn’t in that chair, I was back in the dark, cryin’ “life ain’t fair.” He’d crack a beer, I’d brace for the blow, While the world outside just didn’t wanna know. Now the pain is ink and the past is flame, But I’d torch that tree just to curse his name. Ashes to ashes, he’s six feet toast, Still can’t outrun that motherfuckin’ ghost. ⸻ [Bridge – Screamed] He thought I’d break. He thought I’d fold. But I’m still here… and that fuckin’ coward’s cold. ⸻ [Final Chorus – With Screamed Backing Vocals] So next time I feel that needle’s bite, I won’t flinch, I won’t fight. ‘Cause pain ain’t pain when you’ve known the worst— It’s just a memory, a faded curse. If scars tell stories, then here’s the most: You can’t tattoo over a motherfuckin’ ghost. ⸻ [Outro – Soft Acoustic Fade or Solo Guitar Lick] Yeah, I got ink… but he ain’t got me. He’s ashes now, and I’m finally free. You MOTHERFUCKER!!!!

Needles and ghosts