door locked, knocked twice hoping someone responds
been talking to his demons so long he sees nothing but gods
reflections up and coming alive, drugs nd tourniquets cover the floor
loving the solitude, cause as a fucking child saw his mothers a whore
the reason why he hates his company for, cause all they do is neglect
a starved kid, when mah dukes an addict what typa' food you expect!?
oodles n noodles, some bread, malnourishment of the orphanage kind
better kick his fucking door down fore' the drugs nd evil forces combine
a sorcerors mind, high, thinking hes in the fucking matrix -hes pale...
cause they broke the door down and mouth to mouth resusitation has failed!
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-A.bove T.he R.est
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