March 7, 2008
Hitting on sin,
it comes down to reason.
Letting him in,
it's practically treason.
Dropping like flies,
what's it come down to.
Nothing but lies,
life's not about you.
Setting on fire,
its blazed over witness.
Trusting a liar,
it's worse than sea-sickness.
counting on hate,
left playing with matches.
Bailing out late,
needing escape hatches.
Dreading the light,
it's breaking down doors.
Fearing a fight,
it's paying off whores.
Breaking your back,
it's chomping the bit.
Betting your stack,
well I'm sick of it.

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