She was the queen of New Orleans.nThe master of holding our head in her hands.nAnd we lust from her face.nAfter months of redeeming ourselves to the savior, we decide to give up on repentance and give in to lace.nBecause all work and no play makes me a dull boy.nI'd throw it all away but I'm addicted to the taste.nnNever on time.nAlways a go-getter.nAnother set of people with their vendettas.nAlmost there.nWe're eating ourselves from the inside out.nWe'd make it on home, but we can't get out.nAlmost there.nnI am addiction, affliction, all of the above.nI'd give two shits less if you asked me to dance.nNow my lungs are so black like my heart and now we will witness karma at its best.nBecause it's been a long time coming.nWhy won't you come in?nnPray to your god to make everything better.nWe're taking this now and we won't regret it.nAlmost there.nThere's no one else here.nThere's no need to run.nWe're preaching to the choir, let's get things done.nAlmost there.