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Yo,My brain pains from the sirens, blood stains mark the violence, the darkness is full of tyrants, street lights are dim,oxygen is thin, fiends awake-red-eyed, dealers bake cake, smokers getting high, plus the occasional drunk, from the grotesque scene-it seems my thoughts have sunk, into the bottle of dirty crystal, coz my outer shell is grimey, if you dont believe me,then try me, the crystal is my dome, coz i got jewels that sparkle, this is just one of many tomes, running endlessly through the midnight on my own.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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