More & More

Well I've been too high and that's too low
and the fastest speed is much too slow.
It's not enough for me.

I want more!
So much more!
Give me more!

I'm spending all my energy on the things that take too much.
I've heard it told that money talks, well I wanna make it shout.
I wanna break every single rule I never broke before
and I don't wanna walk the line that someone else has drawn.

I want more!
I need more!
So much more!
Give me more!
Yes, I want more!
Give me more!

I don't care if you come around here,
but don't waste my time.
You and me were born to be,
born to be in this place and this time.
I need more!

I took away your self-respect, your ego and your pride.
You would have walked to hell and back just to be there at my side.
I brought you to your knees, can't believe I made you crawl.
You gave me everything you ever had, but worst of fucking all

I still want more!
Yes, I want more!
I need more!
Give me more!

I don't care if you come around here,
but don't waste my time.
You and me were born to be,
born to be in this place and this time.

I want more!
I need more!
So much more!
Give me more!

More power!
More sex!
More speed!
More fame!
More pleasure!
More chicks!

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