Food For The Soul

Craving for bliss I raise my fist
and strike the spot the pains me most
I dig inside I ride the ride
I grab the pain by the throat
I feel it squirm it burns it burns
White knuckles tight my hurt I hold
I clench the sheets I lose control
swept in rapture it's good for the soul
Check cos u can't get no access, nevertheless,
mess with the super melt scratch it's a test
1-2, I got mud on shoe
3-4, I got a little bit more in store
For all you the ladies on the floor,
shake it all over til your feet get sore
Go with the flow of the show stopper,
beats like a dynamo grasshopper
breaking the line, I paint myself
and face the hell that makes me sick
I see my state I fall from grace my soul it screams
I make it bleed, I suck it dry
what does not kill can make me strong
I clench the sheets I lose control
I swept in hatred it's good for the soul
Pile, up the calls for a mile
While I take a little break as I dial
The number of your silver mobile
Try to make you smile as I text something juvenile
Flex the vortex of this complex index
inject it with honey, in effect like sex next
bounce like a bungee flea,
have a shopping spree at the airport duty free
tickets, just call when u hear the dj
fall if u hear the buffet, say ,
Don't I know you from school? Cool
I got a fleece jacket, I haven't tried wool,
Fool, watch where u goin'
Does anybody about the seeds that we sowin'
pushing the borders in order to expand,
stand and jump around with the band, c'mon!
It's food for the soul