Runnin, young legs, un-stable. Breathin hard inhalin the thrill. Autunm
leaves fallin, playin knights and thieves, I love yellin "Stick em up!".
Chasin me, blood rushin I flee, Weavin through trees, the scene? Its
hide and go seek, so im seekin the stream, no catchin me im not a sittin
duck!
Laughin, playin pretend war, where sticks were swords, I rush and roar,
had to get whats yours... I always wanted more, more, more.
Gettin entranced, new habits for material. Always wanted something, and
when I got it, my favorite thing was breakin it.
Papa told me, you gotta be dangerous.
Call me smooth, call me cassanova, out on my own, the next turn my home,
yeah the road is cold, but so is my soul... so, so what?
Stumbling into villages, ozzin with liqour and women, never sippin, I
slam it bold. And hearts? I break those. Danmit though. Slow motion, my
most romantic dance with thanatos.
Not one, I tell the bartender just pour! I need four. I always wanted
more, more, more.
Hungry, no money, I think I like takin things.
Papa told me, You gotta be dangerous.
The world startin to whirl now, Gimme the girls now, Gimme the pearls
now, Gimme what I deserve now!
I heard how, all the older kids did it, and I had this image, of what I
might look like the minute I get it.
Yeah, I cursed and I swore, emersed in the sword, my thirst at the core.
I always wanted more, more, more.
Movin through the city market, cloak hood up, reachin in pockets, I need
coin, gotta be makin it. Couldnt maintain within. Didnt care, looking
gritty, dirty, Call me a forsaken kid.... but
Papa told me, You gotta be dangerous.
Stumbling, my chest puffed out, eyes seeing through a cloudy view,
Yellin out "Wooo!". An unschooled youth, my veins pumpin a hundred and
fifty proof.
I had to something to prove, feeling I had nothing to lose. So I duck
and I move, best believe Im takin something from you.
Maybe it was the sweetest temptress that whispered the curse... but its
something I can't ignore, I always wanted more, more, more.
Guards at the door. Panickin, blood rushin, I cant hide the heavy breath
from when I ran from the scene. I plead, "Im not a thief! It wasnt me!
Please!". World fadin, I hear someone scream, "You gotta breathe."
Papa told me, calm down, close yours eyes, now inhale deep.
Penned by my hand on the 4th of Ultio, in the year 502 AD.
