Lost Vegas

Slot machines and cigarrette fiends.

Here you will find just about anything.

The dealers decide to fold and the dice

that was once in your hand is now rolled.

Losing never felt so cold.

There is nothing more self-loathing than winning it big

and nothing more emotionally unbearable when the stakes are high,

your expectations are rather low

and when its all gone, you can't even afford to stay nor have a place

to go.

This place is not real

and all that is desired is to place bets on a game of Russian Roulette and

spin that wheele.

How does that make you feel?

Taking on a pricy thrill that only strong hard alcohol can heal.

I'd agree that it's better to find a better activity 

for you will be held down by more than just gravity.

Search for a better hobby.

Because this one only leaves you depressed and broke

in an expensive hotel lobby.

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