Misted Thoughts

Breakfast For The Champions

You're killing me softly with the noise you make around yourself
You treat work like dirt

And every step of the way when you're in front of me
I'm in dire straits of keeping my head in the game

Its always been Sex for breakfast
Ambition for lunch
And Perception for dinner

And happiness made me her enemy long ago

But with you, I've found new belonging
On top of the world, in front of the pages
Holding my breath, watching you take away the dreams I held dear
Even though you're not worth it.
You never will be.

But everything you do, every kick in the ass,
Is my adrenaline in getting right back through to you.
Every breath I've wasted in my burnt lungs
Tasting raw charcoal from street dust
Doesn't go in vain until you're in front of my eyes

Time and time again remind yourself
If I wasn't there, who would be there to give you life?
Would you be born wild and free and most importantly, dear,
Would you win the world?

I have a habit of chasing you around
Quite like the rabbit that you call me

Work has always been a mere obligation to you
But do you see the passion in my eyes
Do you see the anger inside?
Do you see my bloodlines calling me
A wolf in the lonely lonely forest

Oh god, touch me, murder me with your fanatics

Breathe deep into the engines
And thrust into full throttle
I will take the world from beneath your eyes
And all you'll do is sip champagne with ladies on each lap

Listen to me lad, and it'll do you good

Crankin' it up once is enough for you
But oh, not for me no, it won't do me good.
Satisfaction, honey, satisfaction is my drug
And yours is a way of riding cycles on flat tires

Where do you think you're going?
Leaving leaves flying in the dust storms of tomorrow

You're the few I've liked
Few I've respected
Few who have had the audacity to bring me the wind
Beneath my wings

So drink me a drink and call me a friend
Maybe we'll meet again on the tracks when you see
The cup engraved in the veins of my back
On the bloodlines of my face
In the cravings of my fingers

The world from the top is a lonely drive, my friend
So, once in a while
Join me.
Have breakfast with the Champ.

inspired by two great humans.