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Rolling bones from snake-eyed hustlers hands
White lies and railroad ties strewn across the land
Win the loser's game and flash an evil smile
Tread alone down the miracle mile
Cast a shadow of a different shape, not alone
Neon lights shine on but no one's home
Burning veins crave the ancient sensation
Wicked blood thrashing incarceration
Eyes of the Wolf skipped a generation
Lost in a gangster nation of soul segregation
Reach for the unattainable prize, be civilized
Better to know than to hope and die
Missed the start, but gone way past the end
Another fork ahead, chance it all once again
White line highway, no Sunday driver
Refuse to rip the cord for a big sky diver
Moonlight howler, black hole prowler
Pop a few pills and then crank it louder
At ease with speed, feel the gs, go the distance
Slow motion sickness, love friction sans resistance
Peeling layer after layer, burning skin can't conceal
Down to the core where there is nothing to reveal
With inside turned out showing all outside within
Eyes sewn shut see elusive truth adrift of sin.