Traps - Growing Teeth

I've got things only drugs can hide
Good old bad days

I've dug myself a hole in the shape of a K
I'm not talking about tomorrow today
Sorry the drugs took me away

If what it's worth, is worth it all
Worth at all, from big to small
Torn clothes with hot rocked holes
Broken bones and best friend death tolls
Laughter, love ones embrace
Bloodied nose and sunken face
Stomach cramps sing their songs
Juggling both hands with right and wrongs

Now we can sit, lay, stare and sick
Nothing but our own minds, all is all left behind
When should we dare, to start to care
Landing on the plane lands, back where the escape began
Began, I'm just, a damn
Goddamn, Goddamn, a fucked, young man

The scams, a sham
Goddamn, your plan
And

The emotion breaks under light of the moon
I begin to wonder if we drank too soon
Ket curdles with red wine and Blue Lagoon
Doing bumps the size of tablespoons
Soon the shush of paralyzed lips
Flavoured in bitter from where the back drips
Level the surface from where the face sits
Smiled in comas from where the smack hits

Running through my own dreams, it's not what it seems
All I hear are screams of thundering bloodstreams
Circles in my head, hopes taste like death
It's all we have left, our souls have dyed red
Honey of the perception, living to expectation
Eyes under detection, crumble under tension
If what it costs, is worth it's lost
Worth the exhaust, it's another line to cross

Summon up my courage
I'm coming home
My face says it all
My eyes see in monochrome
My eyes see what they're told

Breaking down by dawn, thinking you're the one
Worser than some, like this has never been done
Your heart skips a bit, but it's worth it
Newer fears exist, showing up in clenched fists
My fists, are pissed, they missed,
But kissed, now resist, police twist, cuffed wrists

We're running! We're running! We're running! We're running!
We're running! We're running! We're running! We're running!

Noon reaches hope, as ending hits the scope
At the end of the rope, there's always hope
Sooner hit the keypad, desperation becomes mad
As the mood tastes like sad, it's just another day needed
It's needed, to feed it, exceeded
Can't beat it, It's sacred, I feel naked, without it

We're running! We're running! We're running! We're running!
We're running!
We're running!

Written by:
Chainy Rabbit, Maxx Newton

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