#ADDICTIONKILLS #GIVEUPGIVEIN
The hounds are bloodied, and the horses grin
A poor frightened Fox, they’re right up on him
His tail is all torn, his face it’s too thin
He keeps running so fast but he just can’t win
Sound all the horns, release the damned men
The wrath of God, the call of sin
Push on the needle, smoke the white wind
You don’t have to stop if you never begin
Poor little Johnny, so trusting and fair
Pretending he’s Jesus, tries walking on air
His palms are both bleeding, got thorns in his hair
But he’s got no disciples, nobody that cares
Sound all the horns, release the damned men
The wrath of God, the call of sin
Push on the needle, smoke the wind
You don’t have to stop if you never begin
The streets are a beast, whose hunger is cheap
Just like that White Whale who swims in the deep
No angels go down there, just devils who creep
All paved with black headstones, no more secrets to keep
Blow down the horns, release the suffering men
The Grace of God, forgives all sin
Embrace the feeble, the broken on mend
You won’t keep suffering if you just give in
Sound all the horns, release the damned men
The wrath of God, the call of sin
Push on the needle, smoke the wind
You don’t have to stop if you never begin
You have a gift for poetry. This is publishable!