The body is bondage
And it's appetites moan
I think of time spent
That's just been on loan
This tour of duty
Is nearer the end
The point of no return
That's what forces your hand
I've never felt more alive
With this dead streak inside
A few close calls
A harsh realisation
Deprivation is incarceration
A man is unknown to himself
If his motives are not challenged
The challenge is in the thrill
And chill and sweat of the chase
This smell is everywhere
Denial is famine
The writing is on the wall
It's never been clearer
Conscience makes cowards of us all