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.