Capture And Gainmature
On the treadmill
Run all you like but you're going nowhere
Damn it, ^!@* it, I'm feeling useless
I'm not coming back again
Because I'm a man walking condemned
The game deepens as the stakes rise
Capture and gain, I'm just another scalp and prize
Comforting words by men I despise
Trying to kick the habit of running away
But I know rehabilitation is expecting more lies
On the drugs and booze
Drink all you like but it's still there
Damn it, screw it, I can't shift it
The hangover times by 100
An aching, returning feeling of dread
The game deepens as the stakes rise
Capture and gain, I’m just another scalp and prize
Comforting words by men I despise
Trying to kick the habit of running away
But I know rehabilitation is expecting more lies
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