cancer isn't killing us. it's taxes and prejudice
animal mechanism, alpha-wolfhound, eyes of a dragon
gray steel like metal jackets on a silent assassin
try to imagine - close friends and Vicodin. so it goes
lie in a mattress. close your eyes. die of an overdose
overcoats and services, slow mourning to cry
we're all kids in business casual. see: lord of the flies
that spitfire.
dope as always man.
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I can't speak to what/how deadman writes but when I write I always write lines like that to make the reader think. You shouldn't always have to explain everything to the reader/listener and leave it to interpretation, such is spoken word/lyricism at its finest imho.