As a child I was given the gift to entertain you
but through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you
I drink all day, I smoke all day, I done it all and tap the veins
You know its bad,some may say sad, a hangover is inspiration
Like a junky, I hurt for it, a bad trip, the emptiness
I never sleep, or always sleep, a lack of fulfillment to me is me, the big picture
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are textbook reasons all these Christians come alive
and try to sell you my soul for a goat....
But Ill outlive the old
Simply to the ghost I cling :skull:
Simply to the ghost I reject :skull:
Simply to the ghost I give spit :skull:
[ This Message was edited by: Therion on 2004-01-26 02:58 ]
