Call'em Bini - Gluttony

Yah, rip off the cellophane, to pop my top I got
20 little moments that can make time stop, I take a breather
Deep breaths every 15 seconds or so
I know they're killin' me but I can't seem to let 'em go
A dirty habit but I nab it and smoke
With good intentions, I aim to improve my life in each stroke
So when I try to kick these cigarettes and face a withdrawal
I do the best that I can do to resist when I fall, so far
My track record is littered in failure and butts
Ash trays that runneth over, sober, stoned, or in rutts
A gluttonous monster give homunculus a hell of a run
But instead of chompin' down, we burnin' out, as the light of our sun
In order to take control, gotta be in control upstairs
It can't be half assed, ya gotta use a full sail, yeah
It's a big part mental, and though we may fail
Turn the try to do and move through any trials you bare
And if ya, like the way it is, never want it to cease? That's fine, let it be
This track is for me, to help see more clearly
My Gluttony, to help see, Ma Gluttony, Ma Gluttony
Create the path that suits, your own needs and desires
Before long it'll bear fruits, made of your own empire
Be careful for what you choose, may lead you to lie in the pyre
Funeral music soothes, the funeral music soothes
Create the path that suits, your own needs and desires
Before long it'll bear fruits, made of your own empire
Be careful for what you choose, may lead you to lie in the pyre
Funeral music soothes, for the ones left in they mire

Written by:
Matthew Colombini

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