Cyanide Addiction
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Basically I'm going to post this, and then tell ya'll WHY I came up with it. Okay? Good.
Do you need the torture
Or do you just want a distraction
You love the country life & culture
But have you seen outside that fraction?
There's a world out there
And it's not all full of love & hate
Take a step outside into unknown air
Leave your woe behind in your home state
You're a rebel soul looking for something to rebel
When you can't find it
You simply look for a bottle in which to revel
So cut your shit and get out of that pit
Learn to live life for every good night
Live it for the fact that you're alive at all
And stop trying to get into every last fight
Or you'll hit one hell of a wall
And torture will be the last thing on your mind
But it'll be part of everyday of your life
Live and let die but don't give up what you find
Find a new way to live your life other than by the knife
Okay, so in a nutshell, this is about a friend of mind that can't seem to be happy in life. Had a few bad relationships, drinks alcohol like a fish, and tortures himself daily in his own way, mainly with weights. He works out until he needs the alcohol to annihilate the pain, Emotional & Physical.
The last line is metaphoric in the word "knife", he doesn't actually cut himself, but for him it's always a fight. A fight with another person. A fight to build himself up for another fight with weights. A fight with love, and hate.
Anywhores, just randomly wrote this after listening to him bicker about how he was gonna get a hellacious work-out tomorrow, or some shiz.
Do you need the torture
Or do you just want a distraction
You love the country life & culture
But have you seen outside that fraction?
There's a world out there
And it's not all full of love & hate
Take a step outside into unknown air
Leave your woe behind in your home state
You're a rebel soul looking for something to rebel
When you can't find it
You simply look for a bottle in which to revel
So cut your shit and get out of that pit
Learn to live life for every good night
Live it for the fact that you're alive at all
And stop trying to get into every last fight
Or you'll hit one hell of a wall
And torture will be the last thing on your mind
But it'll be part of everyday of your life
Live and let die but don't give up what you find
Find a new way to live your life other than by the knife
Okay, so in a nutshell, this is about a friend of mind that can't seem to be happy in life. Had a few bad relationships, drinks alcohol like a fish, and tortures himself daily in his own way, mainly with weights. He works out until he needs the alcohol to annihilate the pain, Emotional & Physical.
The last line is metaphoric in the word "knife", he doesn't actually cut himself, but for him it's always a fight. A fight with another person. A fight to build himself up for another fight with weights. A fight with love, and hate.
Anywhores, just randomly wrote this after listening to him bicker about how he was gonna get a hellacious work-out tomorrow, or some shiz.
