Addiction

Addiction

Now, that’s the kind of sin to revel in

The kind the bevels men, once sharp

And sends an arrow to level them,

Doesn’t quite pierce their heart,

But instead leaves it to rot

Addiction

Now, that’s the kind of sin that gives men a fixture

Some fuzzy black center, with a lot of shading

So you don’t notice, that that picture of your family is fading

All the while

Telling you,

 You’re not worth saving

Addiction

It’s like, some sort of curse

With the same comforting verse

It’ll, empty your coin purse and

Set your soul in a hearse

Addiction

It’s like a ghost calling to its master

And it’s seeking an answer

You’re running faster and faster

You’ve got a fever from the separation,

It’s seeking reparation,

And your body can’t take the friction

Yeah, that’s

Addiction

It’s a contradiction

It’s your prescription, and your affliction

It’s a vixen, you can’t evict

Who seeks to inflict a nondescript

Derelict, convict

Empty, soulless, Godless man,

Dead

Your subscription,

It wears at your conviction

Because it’s restriction is out of your jurisdiction

That, was found in

Crucifixion