death to your ideas
A vicious circle feeding and eating
Nicotine shakes
Yellow nails
More more more
It is the thin line seperating me from
the third floor
Sanity or madness
Which do you prefer?
I bow down to the ashtray while
you bow down to your stupid, pathetic Gods
Warning
I will acquire cancer either way
It is in my blood
It is pounding at my door
So come in
let's have a talk about the future.
Death and dust, my friend
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