Drugged, bugged, my souls been tugged, drug through the mud.
Such a rush knowing love sucks, slumped, I jumped
into the back of line on the way to fun. Air has escaped my lungs.
My excitement is above this place, with much spaired to replace the sun.
Adjacent sums come in equal portions of death, bare the face I trust.
Couldn't hide it without beating irony in a stressed race to the punch.
Finally I won! Not really, but at least they gave me some ground.
Been chained/slaved up my whole life, I sleep in graves I dug out.
When the paint faded out, my lifestyle became visible.
When the pain raided towns, my lifestyle remained criminal.
So he arranged a civil law that freed the men in the fields.
He re-paved the road for all, just breathe the scent of the meal.
Whenever you see painted chains, think of freedom made of glass sinking.
Forever well be tainted, pain sings of freed men by abraham lincoln.
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