here it goes again,faithful night one lighr no mic No "No Dose" needed to expose what's within/just these thoughts that grow from nonsense being sensed through nerves and skin/a surge so absurd that I won't throw a curve just keep it straight like shots of Gin/and if it makes you sin so much what's the cost of a cot and a small bottle of Hen/If I had a soul then my body has weight as in no one can judge me nor seal my fate but I fell ill from incompetence in society to date like taking me off a schedule from past hate a vast way that a b!@#h will take any man through whether he's gangster or gentle with taste worry is a mental state that you can't stencil out or scrape cry foul in distaste no doubt it's just an effort to escapeso make no mistakes about subliminal slaps in the face get the actuals before your mishap is displaced in a pile of crap with no space and the whole fackt leaves you in disgrace from not giving it chase.....that's just the first verse...
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