run around yeah, its just what i do,

im bothered and dont know how,

to end the cycle of natures defeat,

and stay in the dread here and now.

i wish i were different, didnt need the rush,

of taking and making all mine,

watching the fall of glorious pride,

and toeing that thin dangerous line.

smacking my head against all i know,

its just so easy to slip,

only now when i do, i ache and i feel,

that slowly, im losing my grip.

head spinning round, im angry and i,

just cant figure out what to do,

when after all is said and done,

i, am still hungry, for you.