Fetish Never Enough
sitting my legs cold conning myself into believing
that he is still here and this is not depression i'm
feeling
selling your soul to the devil and the devils pipe
another day tonight trying to cross that finish line
never, never, enough
its never ever ever ever ever enough
raising my hands to my face i can feel it coming
as soon as i reach the top down i will come tumbling
he doesn't love you you know he just rushes you for your
money
and your hands are so deep in that pot of sour honey
never, never, enough
its never ever ever ever ever enough
