Addiction

Foscor

With the senses laid in the ground
I can feel the strongest desire
And slow down time
With the fences reclaiming regard
I feel tight and slight the real layer
A dose i know
Lazy nights, unfriendly sites

Children, your father sometimes dies
Your father sometimes flies, children
Children, your father sometimes dies

Regain a morbid essence
Plucked all wordly aims
The lone good felt is
A credance to survive
To snare the addiction’s slide

Sullen stay, distressing need hence sore
Loser worm, the addiction’s sign
The addiction’s humble sign

Children, wait here please, let me taste your smile