| Now Iv had my share of Despair, and Drugs, Lures, no cures, it was nothing pure, Only three things I care for, Writing, Fucking, Listening. Music is the Soul, Iv regained some control, Iv closed my eyes taken a deep breath head banged and watched the past slip into decay, far away from my Mind. I'm leaving the Bullshit behind. I hate those old Feelings of Pain, The Memories of Cocaine. Never did Crack, But I still watch my Back. Too many Liars and Haters. So Iv Got my Gun, my Mind, and A new hope For War. Now tell me Mr High, do you really want to Die? Unless you want to pass into the next life, take the knife away from my Back, this is Loaded, I'm blood thirsty, itchy Trigger finger, Scabs Iv peeled back, bleeding, the past, Mending with a Air wave cast. I just want to breathe and fuck, Feel alive, as I derrive pleasrure from the Conture and Texture.... Peace of Mind, that which I strived to Find! Release of the Lies! Nothing is what I hide! Feeling so Much Better than Before. Pound the Pride killing thoughts like a Nail into Hell! Now.. You want to Turn me into a Junkie? Make me wish I wasn't Lucky? Well.. I'm away from the shit that steals today, I'm not getting stranded into addiction. I won't be the Next Infection! |
