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Substance Purgatory
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Check, check, 1, 2, 3.
I don't gotta look far for substance P.
No, me. I don't wanna get scarred for life.
Thinking this time, I'ma do what feels right.
Goodnight? No such. Tonight, we must
Get it right, no lust. It's a brain combust.
Check in to the Love-A-Fair
With nice long legs and bright red hair.
She called me oh so precious,
She told me "you're unclean",
Made me worship the ground she stomped on, woe is me!
Fist meets a rib cage,
Fall to the floor.
Locked on target heading straight for the core.
Kick to the teeth, yeah!
Right in your skull.
Quick to release this!
Steadying my pulse.
"Doctor, doctor, we got a flatlining beast!"
Replace the bastard with one more self-deprecating freak.
Cynic, psychotic, sordid sinner.
Look out, we got us a fuckin winner!
Suck up the pain, the smoke, the life.
Takes two wrongs to make me feel right.
The high fades out, I'm no longer exempt.
This is the last straw bitch, I'm holding you in contempt.
It's seeing someone live their life so full of sorrow.
It's going to bed, never wanting to see tomorrow.
I wanna know if this shit is even worth it.
Cuz I'm bottom-feeding and I'm feeling kind of fucking worthless.
Move your feet, run as fast as you can.
But you can't escape the horror when your heart line flats, out!
Slow down! Stop now before we both give out,
Hard to tell where you begin and where it all went south.
Hit me! Fucking hit me!
Harder, harder until I've had enough.
Teach me how to grow up like you, big and tough.
Raise your hand to my face so I finally snap.
And give you a small taste of what I'm holding back, inside!
You grit your teeth and make them laugh.
Forget about your storied past.
You make a joke. Find faith in jest.
A bullet flies right through your chest.
A mother cries, she's lost again.
Pleading for a bleeding friend's
Life inside a cubicle, can't wait to feel a trigger pulling
Back to basics, pleasantries
Stop the pain with ketamine.
Vacate the premises,
Perhaps you weren't meant for this.
No steps retraced. Found God inside.
He was two-faced. Told me a lie.
One last time, you close your eyes
I'm the image burned inside your mind.
Get it right, combust.
Come with the brain lust.
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