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Addiction's costs have crippled me
As failure takes its tripled fee
That I may look, but never see
The path that lies in front of me
That I may roam, forever free
Always without a place to be
That I may have all that I need
And never want a single thing
Save for my tattered dignity
Yet that is stripped away.
Feel everything come creeping in
Seeping in, steeping sin
The kettle whistle wearing thin
From time before I don't know when
The ringing writhes under my skin
Doubt established deep within
Keeps me lost ere I begin
Blind even in the day.
Pride has wrestled angels down
My shoulders now bereft of sound
The only voices that I hear
Are my addictions drawing near
Seductive whispers in my ear,
Bed me one last time my dear
The deadly game goes ever round.