I watered the soil,

I let it grow,

Until it came to life

With a mind of its own.

I kept the pressure high,

All through the Summer.

Now I’ve got this demon to chase,

And it’s a motherfucker

And it’s a runner.

This is our drug of choice.

This is the sinister, whispering voice

That says “Dig deeper, keep going.”

You think I don’t see, but your horns are showing.

And you know I can feel… My heartbeat is slowing…

This venom, this rush… I embrace the overflow.

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