thirsty.

[fromthegroundup]

Temptations clutch but never touch
I'm sober/I'm good/Wait a second/Oh fuck.
Vicious circles I spiral in.
This life I create yet i'm not likin this environment.

The devils, their eyes, they just keep inviting.
The angels, their eyes, they whisper "just. keep. on fighting."
Like the tornados they are, the whirlwinds pick up drift.
I want out of this clutch. I want out of this shit.

And for the minute I stand, I revelate, I keep quiet.
For that minute I stand, the advices; i buy it.

So much i've gained; In which so much more to lose.
My hungry eyes grow thirsty
And my appetite blooms.

Piece it together self
It's you against you.
This game's vicous.
Only win only lose.