This feeling cant be contained
Theres no real use in trying to tame it
Cause it will never choose to abstain
Or relent from the motive that its sustained in
Which is to lead you back to its domain
And sink its fangs inside your veins
And drain the life from out your flesh
Until you begin to like the pain
Its not a game
It wont even have to make you do it
Youll put the chains upon yourself
And make yourself a slave unto it
Its such a shame how something so
beautiful and pure could possibly become
so profane
Itll make you go insane
Youll end up going up in flames
And hoping for the rain to come
Knowing itll never be obtained
Because you set your foundation up
On the wrong type of terrain
All you want is your life back
but its too late to reclaim