bad man

I'm a bad, bad man
looking for relief
looking for a fix
I'm wired wrong
and there's no fixing that
I'm in a bad, bad way
and no one can reach me
no one can reason with me
or my enemies
Do what you will
with your own hands
Can't you see
my hands are tied?
I've become jaded
and bloodthirsty--
thrilled by such petty wonders
What keeps you sane?
what keeps you here?
It is a mountain of will,
an iron fist of desire
but you can see it now
you can finally see it--
your strength wearing thin,
your fortitude wearing out
You can no longer look
beyond today
The cinema in your mind
plays only blood, lust
and bitter revenge
I'm a bad, bad man
on a moonshine binge.