The Urge

There it comes again,
Making me sick to the hilt,
The coldness of turkey seeps in,
Making the Shivers crawl down the spine,

Go, Get Up, N get it,
You got no choice'
It's me What you want,
Yes,I'm your master n you are my slave,

Fuck You!!!! Go Away,
Miles that can't be counted,
I have you in me, n in my my head you are mounted,
You run through my viens, but i don't want what u want me to be.......STONED!!!

I run As fast as i can,
It follows flying faster than me,
My wrists would bleed,
N the Shitty thoughts in my rotten Brain,
I Know, There it comes again.............