Habit vs Sport

bubbling water and the white smoke that turns blood red eyes
internal being
external cries
and the surface scars the memories of being behind self put bars
and wondering just a litter bit further
what really is too far
passed out and blind folded
break the cycle
gettin on the cycle
to just burn away every single fucking fear
every single jeer
feel my pain
smashed with every grinding gear
hills fuck em
struggling to the top just means coasting down is so much better
cacaphony is all i can hear
so i escaped to the little plastic life savor
cloudy eyes and preception
just another turn green
and once more on the floor
looking into the void that is my own emptiness
the world outside is forbidden by my smoked out mind
and its time
to put this shit behind
there is a world out there
and gears to grind
a bullshit coward lazy fuck thing to say is there is never any

time to die
cause if your waisting one second you have already left life

making time is the bare minimum you cannot leave
the world or parts of such metaphors will leave you for the next

new thing or easy way out
nothing at all worth doing is easy or everyone would be doing it
you are seperated from nothing
you choose to live in darkness
no one is more or less fucked up than the next person
medication is just a lazy uni students way to support their own

habits of false practice.
grab life by the balls and squeeze it so hard that you make more

life come out.
grind those gears
the past is behind you and there are no rear view mirrors on the

if you look behind you your just at risk to crash
so make a mad dash
and never stop.

Habit vs Sport

Greg Strehl

Joined December 2008

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