like cocaine in its best days
running through my veins
It's side-splitting
how you spin my head like meth
a cheap thrill that leads to death
You're in command,
I'm a soldier in your hand
let you drag me land by land
Trees undress,
I'm foreign in my own country
a pawn in your game of chess
The hunger strikes me again
Drowned in deliriums of fame
Some kind of tragedy,
wreck chords ruin the melody,
can't you at least be discret?
Rotten attitude,
you were my favourite drug
but then I learned about abuse
27/06/2011
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