Mind the need for extra speed,
I just want some pure ecstacy,
Sky diving and going insane,
I'm just trying to supply my veins
Crashing cars and fighting in bars,
Just doesn't seem to really kick,
I'm like a candle melted to the table,
How else can I light my wick?
Andrenaline mind,
So unkind to unwind,
And you know how it kills,
How else can I get my thrills?
I got the andrenaline mind,
And its mine to determine my time,
So when it finally kills,
I'll die being thoroughly thrilled.
With the appetite for destruction,
Of everything including ones self,
Grants a ticket for a thrill ride,
On a freight train straight to hell.
I got my razor and my half stack,
So you know I'm set to go,
I'm like a dynamite with a short wick,
It won't take long till I blow!
Andrenaline mind,
So unkind to unwind,
And you know how it kills,
How else can I get my thrills?
I got the andrenaline mind,
And its mine to determine my time,
So when it finally kills,
I'll die being thoroughly thrilled.
I got the andrenaline mind,
Time to die!
*solo*
SPEED KILLLLLLLLLS!
Author notes
Written as kind of a counter statement to crazed thrill seekers and speed freaks. Inspired by a title idea I was given.
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haha right on
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I really want to hear this to music now! I love the lyrics, very beautiful!
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"im just trying to supply my veins"
That was my favorite line. I like what the last commentor said, about constantly needing more? I originally took this not as thrill seeking, but more so drug addictions, ie heroine, or thats what it was in my case, and i had that "up the ante" thing going for me with that. Wow, I loved this one!
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I think it probably echoes the thought processes' some people have.I don't have an adrenaline mind so I don't get thrillseeking though I don't judge those that do.
The only trouble is, there may become a need to constantly "Up the ante!" which can become a knd of addiction(which I do understand).Your poem reflects this well.
Monty
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You pretty much hit the nail on the head with what I was trying to capture in this poem/song. I have a few people in my life who take the thrill seeking to far, to the point it *is* an addiction. They gotta keep the blood pumping, everything has to be more and more bold than the last event, to the point basic life doesn't stimulate them at all anymore, much like the sober life doesn't appeal to the addict anymore.
Thanks for the comment, appreciate the insight and I'm glad you liked my poem - I'll definately read some of yours later tonight when I'm able to sit down and do it
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