I'm addicted to something.
Desire to inspire a spiral of everlasting fire.
I'm hungry.
I'm hungry for something.
Want to flaunt and stomp and chomp.
Everyone wants something, no one is sincere.
Even those you count as near.
My Dear,
It has been a while, but I am ready to put all my eggs in this basket.
If,
you promise you won't get hungry
for scrambled eggs.
They'll break me down, and build me up.
And you know what?
For once
I will let them in
and see
how to be
a man
with
no
sin.
Baby, you're not the shit, you lack DESIRE even though you seem to want DANGER and meaning.
If you're not here to play for the big leagues, then get the fuck out of this game and don't waste my time.
I want you, but don't.
DESIRE, but with no fire.
You want me, then don't....so fuck it.
What i'm trying to do is much more important than you unless you're ready for perfection.
So buck up baby, you got a tough decision to make.
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