Because it’s always the ones who laugh like God and are willing to burn the world down around them who win in this game, the ones who know how it’s going to end:

In too-sharp teeth and puddles of viscera on the ground, splattered across the walls,

It’s the speed, the thrill, the rush, it’s going too far to come back now, it’s ambition and lust and it’s the hubris that leads to the ultimate fall.

It’s the fast cars, empty bottles, handful of pills—

It’s bullets ringing in the night, blood spattered across black leather interiors, absolute power dressed in sin—

Living every moment under the gun is dangerous, but—oh—it’s fun.

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