A plastic bag of revelations.
Count my patience in grams.
One man, alive.
If I may assert so much, I
This choke hold is driving me away from your world.
Now there's no one here to hurt me..
No one left
We won't stop until we own the air you breathe,
If it wasn't for this crippling mixture of fear and
Choreography. Paint by numbers.
Exchange hollow greetings with someone who'll
One thing should be coming across as abundantly clear:
there's
Pictures of love still hanging in memories...
Only pain enlightens this
There's life after death, you just won't be there at
They're all fleas under the carpet,
Stepped on by the
Marihuana cigarettes are called "Joints".
One that has been partially smoked
I'll save a hole for you to crawl into when
I keep leaving the same look on your face.
I keep
Lord knows I've never lost a fight.
'Cuz in my mind
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