At first its for that ecstacy, shared with everyone next to me
Thirst for the treasure as we stare at the board expecting destiny
In a state of broken reverie as the system exits me to gloom
Memory of what could of been, hoplessness and agony consume
Im twisting as my stomach is turning, my ears are burning
Whispering a quiver as my lips slither out a yelp, a puppet thats hurting
Im concerning my kids as i scour my pockets for hits
Instead of coins i have fluffy inconsolable bits that are the exact value of shit
If your going through hell keep going..... Winston Churchill
I leap for my card and dart for the nearest cash machine
Past clarity i push through the mass of dilluded dreams
I seem to think i can make it back if i only play again
Overdraft.... no worries ill win and wont worry til then
The same extactic feeling washes over my mind and body
An amazing automatic switch to elation from sighs of worry
Then the haze lifts as the signs signal cash or bust and crash is must
Its a feeling of lust cus i still want to return despite the deepest of cuts
Ill feed my addiction with the banks money until i have to steal
An infliction to never learn better, cuts may scar deep but the skin will heal
Tell me im wrong but i bet im right