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Text: Clawfinger. Life Will Kill You. The Cure & The Poison.


It's the payoff the reward,
the release from all the tension,
the biggest vice in my life & it adds a new dimension,
it's the beauty & the beast,
it's my fall & it's my saviour,
a good excuse for self abuse that changes my behaviour,
I love it & I loath it with a passion, that's superior,
it fucks with my emotions & it makes me feel inferior,
it breaks me down & the builds up a wonderful illusion,
that brings out my emotions & adds to the confusion.

It's not a problem,
I can do just fine without it,
but I would'nt chance it,
that's the fucked up thing about it,
it pulls me in & spits me out without a second warning,
it puts me right out in the cold,
while it's busy warming,
it's a hopeless competition & there's no way I can win it,
but I never tend to see the signs while I'm stuck right in it,
I play the game & lose the game, there's no way to avoid it,
cos' I'm too busy fucking up pretending I've enjoyed it.

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The cure & the poison,
the loss & the gain,
escpaing once again,
the cause & solution,
the pleasure & pain,
all run through my veins.

All I need is just one more
I promise I'll be fine,
it's really just a harmless way for me to kill some time,
I'll sit back & lose my track & work hard on a case,
it helps me blur out all the sharpest edges in this place,
it always gets the best of me while being entertaining,
but in the end there's not a single ounce of sense remaining,
I scrape myself up off the floor & mend the broken pieces &
do it all again the vicious cycle never ceases.

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