Saturday, August 15, 2009

No Strings Attached

It's all about the freefall
The danger, the risk
The rush of adrenaline
A constant stream of what comes next
Never enough to satiate the unknown hunger
Filling one hole with the dirt of a new one
The field looks like a warzone
Littered with the bodies of broken men
But let the earth deal with the cleanup
There's falling to be done
No time to think about tomorrow
Yesterday will not allow it
Drink and eat and shit and fuck
Anything else is more than asked for
Don't want no love, don't want no questions
The answers are waiting at the crash site

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