defibrillator on the fritz, I cater to the risk
waded the river of Styx aggro & sick.
imagine the quips delivered by the televangelist
management quit, couldnt handle the shit.
my angels are the demons Im battling with.
my savior is the bottle that I prey on.
raising it like a seance until the days gone.
another way to rain on the parade.
put your faith on any other accolade
pass the grain soon you will be bred for this
misguided elegance, suicidal intelligence
mortified messages of horrified prevelance
soak the rags in gasoline
its time to find the route back to me
your hyperactivity is distracting me
such low volumes brought on by high tendencies
its time to say good bye....until then
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