Fire's Fee

by Hollow Face   Feb 13, 2012


Just a sip
Of the fire
Keep me spinning
Until nothing remains

One bottle down
Soothing my inner beast
Posioning me each time
Watch me live

Here I'm free
A eagle soaring high
You can't reach me
Someday I'll leave

Find my family
Start my own
But it never comes
Due to the Fire's fee

It cost so much
Yet taste so good
I walk out to get more
On the boraders of reality

I never saw that car
The lights were bright
No pain ever felt
Like this before

Just a drunk the cops said
When they saw my body
Hopeless and pathetic
Letting my vile blood run

I was never on the news
Never to be buried
I had no one to cry over me
And that's the Fire's Fee

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