Steadily stuck in this luckless logic;
I admit it's tragic, with no way out of it.
Struggling long and staying strong,
But how can I keep going on?
While missing you, it's all I do...
Getting through;
With voodoo visions and vacant verses;
Which productively perverses
My powerful preaching.
I'm reaching up
To the heavens to help me.
I've been so wealthy in the unhealthy.
Sinfully satanic, I can't stand it.
I'm demanding any existing exit;
An escape from this vicious cycle of hate.
