I cant decide between what i love and Whats good for me The beaten path is so calm and safe and warm Just the thought of familiar streets makes my stomach churn A house is not always a home
CH May we never die bored may we never grow old May we never die sick may we always live bold Sometimes I miss the calm and I miss a home But I love to rage and I love to roam And i hate the fucking stench of languid air Sure a roof and bed and meal is nice But hell I’m a man who likes to roll the dice So i think I’ll take my chances livin’ Instead of just survivin’ even if its a shorter life so
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And I’ve made up my mind now I’ll never stop movin’ To settles to give in to welcome the tomb And I’d rather thrive in the scars And burns bite marks and bruises Than wither away in some small white walled room Cause the stable the stagnant the sickening still The death-like serenity's poised for the kill My mind soul and body How quickly they atrophy introduced back to that bane (plague) Called complacency