Vicious Cycle
People and places faces and names,
the vicious cycle of endless mind games.
oh those who have lost their way
and found themselves on a playground where one pays
before one plays
working day and night on deeds that can never be won
earning the title of inevitably spun
Always wanting more and more
never knowing what they want it for ,
climbing and climbing roads that are rough
Always wanting more and more but the road is too tough
unaware of the riptides in the oceans they are sent
landing rock bottom in the jungles of cement
will they finally reach the ultimate high ?
when all they can do is lay down or die.
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