TIMŌRĀTUS - ...And the Addiction Machine

Can you find my spot
Can you make me smile
Can you rip apart my flesh with your acrid bile
The ever changing part of me
This ever changing pit
Can it truly set me free
Or am I just stuck with it
You scar me with an invisible mark
I’m nothing but a slave to you
I’ve been here before, I’ve seen this arc
Yearning for something more to be true
I was made for more than this
For more than just this shallow bliss
I pray, please God, help me overcome
This putrid, aching, vile, scum
This dark man made machine
With it’s ceaseless gaping hole
Feeding me endless dopamine
Does nothing but poison my very soul
The feeling of pain from crashing down
Looking around groping the air
Can’t keep together this cracked, warped crown
Trying to mutter a broken Lord’s Prayer
Nothing’s working
Why must you make me feel so small
Nothing’s right
How’d you attack what was so tall
The naked soul
Quivering
The empty mind
Hollowing
The hateful heart
Seething
The broken bulge
Withering
In this world of pleasures and lies
I know the way that I need to go, His truth
It’s heart always gazing
It’s life never much
It’s often misleading
It’s design, a soft touch
I was made for more than this
For more than just this shallow bliss
I pray, please God, help me overcome
This putrid, aching, vile, scum

Written by:
Courtney Napier, David Napier

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