[male vocals] Spirit
of
Gambling
I
work
all
my
life
to
gamble,
i
beg
all
day
to
bet,
i
steal
to
stake,
i
rob
market
women
every
night
to
satisfy
my
curiousity
of
gambling.
I
fraud
people
to
recover
what
i
lost
in
the
previous
bets,
thus
i'm
jinxed
and
jazzed
to
the
spirit
of
gambling.
I
dont
know
myself
anymore,
i'm
drawn
to
gambling
as
a
metal
is
drawn
to
a
magnet.
I
cant
say
no,
i
cant
look
away,
i
cant
walk
away,
i
cant
stay
away.
Spirit
of
stalking
has
taken
over
all
my
life.
I
have
nothing
on
my
name,
i
owe
nothing
of
values
except
debts.
I'm
not
proud
of
the
man
i
have
become.
My
father
must
be
turning
in
his
grave,
my
mother
dont
wish
to
see
the
demon
i
have
become.
I
want
to
save
myself
but
i'm
helpless
of
my
handcuffs.
I
sold
my
only
inheritance ,
use
the
proceeds
for
gambling.
I
lost
it
all,
my
addiction
had
taken
away
soul,
it
had
eaten
away
my
flesh,
it
had
destroyed
my
life,
torn
my
future
to
shreds,
yet
i
cant
stop
betting,
i
cant
stay
away
from
stalking,
i
cant
reject
forecast
and
game
analysis.
It
all
looks
victorious
on
calculations,
fun
on
papers,
easy
winnings
on
forecast,
delightful
on
permulation.
profitable
on
thoughts,
great
on
the
look,
nice
on
debates,
great
correct
scores
on
boards.
But
they
are
my
hooks,
lines
and
sinkers.
I
have
nothing
on
my
name,
i
owe
nothing
of
values
except
debts.
I'm
not
proud
of
the
man
i
have
become.
My
father
must
be
turning
in
his
grave,
my
mother
dont
wish
to
see
the
demon
i
have
become.
I
want
to
save
myself
but
i'm
helpless
of
my
handcuffs.
I
win
and
wine,
i
lose
and
loose,
i
gain
and
gamble
on,
i
stalk
and
strick.
Gambling
had
wrecked
my
gains,
betting
had
bent
my
future ,
stalking
had
struck
me
into
a
terrible
cesspit.
I
grief
like
a
owl
on
my
loses,
i
can
count
my
winnings
but
i
cant
remember
my
loses.
They
are
too
many.
I'm
indebted
to
friends
and
families,
indebted
to
allies.
My
addiction
is
all
high
without
hope
of
stopping
this
soon.
Every
betting
app
has
my
names,
many
clubs
know
me
by
names,
all
gambling
boards
have
my
imprints.
I
gamble
away
my
time,
bet
away
my
plans,
stalk
away
my
had
earned
resources,
while
away
my
future
on
gambling
tables.
I'm
finished
and
famished.
My
father
warned
me,
but
i
couldnt
stop
my
addiction,
i
rather
starve
of
food,
than
stop
betting.
My
friends
stay
away
from
me,
because
i
owed
them
monies
and
materials.
I'm
a
slave
to
the
spirit
of
gambling.
I
have
nothing
on
my
name,
i
owe
nothing
of
values
except
debts.
I'm
not
proud
of
the
man
i
have
become.
My
father
must
be
turning
in
his
grave,
my
mother
dont
wish
to
see
the
demon
i
have
become.
I
want
to
save
myself
but
i'm
helpless
of
my
handcuffs.
My
father
died
because
i
gambled
away
the
roof
over
his
head.
My
mother
ran
away
because
she
caught
me
stealing
her
jeweries.
My
siblings
dont
want
to
see,
they
say,
i'm
a
demon
sent
to
destroy
them.
I
work
all
my
life
to
gamble,
i
beg
all
day
to
bet,
i
steal
to
stake,
i
rob
market
women
every
night
to
satisfy
my
curiousity
of
gambling.
I
fraud
people
to
recover
what
i
lost
in
the
previous
bets,
thus
i'm
jinxed
and
jazzed
to
the
spirit
of
gambling.
No
one
wants
to
be
my
friends,
but,
each
betting
massages
my
ego
of
becoming
a
wealthy
man
someday.
Each
lose
drags
me
closer
to
my
pot
of
winnings.
Each
stake
is
a
clarion
to
a
great
man
i
would
become
someday.
No
one
told
me
earlier
that
gambling
spirit
would
ruin
my
life,
no
one
whispers
into
my
ears
that
betting
app
is
far
more
addicted
than
achohol,
no
one
teaches
me
that
staking
money
would
pockmarked
my
finance.
I
have
nothing
on
my
name,
i
owe
nothing
of
values
except
debts.
I'm
not
proud
of
the
man
i
have
become.
My
father
must
be
turning
in
his
grave,
my
mother
dont
wish
to
see
the
demon
i
have
become.
I
want
to
save
myself
but
i'm
helpless
of
my
handcuffs.
I'm
lost
to
the
winds
of
betting,
i'm
soaked
away
by
gambling
boards,
i'm
ruined
by
gambling
spirit.
I'm
jixed
in
the
spirit
of
regaining
my
loses,
this
path
is
slippery,
this
way
is
too
smooth
and
thrilling
for
my
future
to
find
a
destination.
I
wished
i
had
listened
to
my
father's
warning,
i
wished
i
had
listen
to
my
mother's
screaming
counsels,
how
i
wished
i
hadnt
taken
the
easy
path
of
life.
Oh!
God
Save
me
from
the
dungeon
of
gambling
and
betting.
I
have
nothing
on
my
name,
i
owe
nothing
of
values
except
debts.
I'm
not
proud
of
the
man
i
have
become.
My
father
must
be
turning
in
his
grave,
my
mother
dont
wish
to
see
the
demon
i
have
become.
I
want
to
save
myself
but
i'm
helpless
of
my
handcuffs.