I could waste away with politics,. or drown myself with wine.. Confine myself to solitude,. and inject poison into my mind.. Meanwhile outside, everything still grows,.
I've got a house in the back of my head. But I can't find a permanent resident. 'Cause the markets down. And the area's not so good these days. . I've got a watch but I don't have time.
Like Chancre's. Canterbury Tales. When three men find a pot of gold. And end up killing one another in the name of greed. Some people are poison. Under my skin like opium.
It was one of those black cat nights the moon had gone out and the air was thin it was the kind of night that the cat would drag in. I'll never forget it, we had a fight. then you turned around.
(Your love is like a poison). My heart is racing. My skin is burnin' up. Hands are shakin'. But still I can't get enough. It's rushing through me. Like fire in my veins (My veins).