Philosophy of an Addict

Tell me...

in what way are we free?

Here we are, with our mind's philosophy

But we forget, in the over exuberance of our minds

How complex we can think, debate and rationalize

That we are slaves, subject to one king's demand

And it's so close, because we are ruled by the hand

 

Because that's all it takes, just an inch away from our fingertips

How could this happen to man, a god amongst animal instincts

A being so gifted that it posses to write poetry and lyrics

Yet just wait and see the new upcoming statistics

 

You'll be shocked and amazed, dumbstruck and founded

How could this happen, to the being specially created

Yet you see what happens when we're given just a lick

Then it's a taste with a bite then it's all downhill

 

Do I just let me be, for I am mortal, don't forget

For this is primal, a need, resulting from regret

Or is it unrest?

 

I'm broken, I'm a wretch

Stick me in the machine and we'll lose the leg

I can't take you somewhere new because I love where I am

Vagabond is gone and left

This quicksand is the beach

And I'm loving the ocean on the bottom of my feet

 

I don't have a drinking problem, it's that everyone else has a problem with my drinking.

I'm an addict, that's how addiction works

You're hooked like a fish on the pacific

And you can't get out because you're sick

And sadistic, and the ocean doesn't want you

Cast you out because what are you doing fucking with hooks?

 

Yet still stuck on the same damned path as the mice in the maze

Looking for the cheese that was promised, but is it even there in the first place

But we don't really care, we say it's the journey

An experimentation of degradation and destruction of the construction of our minds

Where we fail to reach the upper limits and we settle for the consolation prize

 

I'll go to extremes because you go big or go home

Go strong or go gone