rogziel

Shackled to the chain of the mind,
She's got your pistol,
Oh lord it's a fistful,

My soul is fitful,
Beset on all sides,
Best get me something to fill this hole,

Closer to the sole,
Learn my lessons before I sputter out,
One prescription for the pain my nerves have wrought,
I'm inked by my own thoughts,

Life is cold,
Reality burns,
And my thoughts stop to turn,

I feel naked in my eye,
It's got into my head,
Skin itches, dead

Need something to numb the soul,
On my knees for another taste,
Hurt inside my immortal part's lain to waste,

Temple to the cold night,
Needle to the gun,
Pain on which the vain may run...

This biting dog,
This Acid tongue,
This thing makes man undone,


Love!