1,2...

is it frustration or only three
three little words
they pulse in your veins
and choke you from the inside out
you let them sink in and then
1,2... YOU'RE OUT...
no time to hit a home run
just done, done and done.
and to think we came so close this time
to finishing what we begun

and you want me to quit?

ME?
FUCKIN ME?
i cant quit
i never give up
never give up like rubber so tough
rebound back
faster then a cadillac
any type
cream, pink or navy,
id treat you better if you were my baby
rock you
knock you like the infant you claim-to-be
lie to you
until you obey me
wicked wicked
jungalist

coming for the concrete love you run with
followin you with my lust
its trusted
the shot i shoot will leave you dusted
bang bang
boom
and its time to reload
one more time
to let the record slow
and then we goooo
on
on
and on to the next one.
im too crazy to quit.
imma killen em bitch.

its not me its you.

its not a problem
its a weakness

i run from trouble
that lives beneath us

not within me
oh no
not ever

i am a child always forever
i cant stand to be so selfish

and yet when the need kicks in
you know it overwhelms us
say you can
say you wont
tell me that i'll over dose
over dose myself on you
you
not me
never me....

its not a problem its a weakness
if i admit it
youll never believe us
if i say sorry
ill never retreive us
if i just stop...

ill never believe me...

its not a problem
im not a problem
i have no problems
only weakness.