Pantera

As a child i was given the gift to entertain you.
But through blood i inherited a life that could destroy you.
I drink all day. i smoke all day. i've done it all but tap
The vein.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these christians come alive and try to sell you
My soul for a goat, yet i'll outlive the old.
You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is
Inspiration. like a junkie i hurt for it. a bad trip, the
Emptiness. i never sleep, or always sleep a lack of
Fulfillment to me is me. the big picture.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of
What the christians mean to immortalize my situation.