Power

Everything comes with a price.

Coming to life means 9 months of pain,

Getting to know yourself means time and reflexion,

Freedom means fighting

a Good time means cash,

But Heck, when that bitch wants more, we can't escape from it.

I'm sick of it

sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick .

Fucking sick.

I hate it,

the fact that we all have our own drugs.

Smokes, alcohol, lust, or power.

He chose power.

I took lust.

Lust, smokes, alcohol, freedom

and he wants his power back.

But he already had it

since the beginning.

Money, that's his first power,

but he wants to have a complete control of his blood.

He did the same with the older one.

He failed, but left a good, deep wound, on everyone.

Now he's starting again, on the younger one.

Who suffered enoug for 3 long years.

Where he could only count the time left till he had a little satisfaction.

Summer.

He may be out of his hands reach, but not of his money.

This is disgusting.

How he can enjoy it.

I know i ain't a saint, and i'm far from it:

Manipulating, controlling, lying, trashing, beating.

but there are no such things as karma.

For a moment i could feel that i was following what i always wanted:

Riding my own flow of life, on the road based on my guts.

And I did.

Now i have to wait again.

6 years i've being waiting for him.

Months for her.

weeks for this Bloody sensation of a fucking live performance.

Now i'm going to miss em.

I may miss him too.

But i know that i won't miss her.

But i will in an other way.

And now the other parents is playing with it.

Emotional blackmail.

I just hope that good times gonna come, and fast.

Figures around me are also suffering. And i find that Pathetic.

Sometimes i just wished i could be in face of 'em

And smack them good.

Yet i'm the same.

We're all the fucking same.

And sometimes i wished i didn't had all those needs.

This is clearly seen:

My left hand is destroyed. My eyes are burning. My throat is broken.

and i just keep on hating .

The Situation, the reaction, the choices, myself.

I just want to fuck the whole thing up, radical.

But i won't.

and again, the same, usefull word:

Fuck

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