I saw Anne Frank's journal,
In the back of an acidic club.
The colors were blinding
Bodies upon bodies,
I feel sane.
Fulfilling every craving,
My tactics come pre-rolled,
I follow the sound of the drug.
My hand is cramping,
From glass shattering knowledge.
And the stoners dance once again,
Slowly beginning to rap in Norwegian.
I love you closely,
One day we'll be together.
I'm talking about the city of course.
Or maybe myself.
I'm rapidly transforming
And the rest of me is melted.
I'm happy.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
I saw Anne Frank's journal,
In the back of an acidic club.
The colors were blinding
Bodies upon bodies,
I feel sane.
Fulfilling every craving,
My tactics come pre-rolled,
I follow the sound of the drug.
My hand is cramping,
From glass shattering knowledge.
And the stoners dance once again,
Slowly beginning to rap in Norwegian.
I love you closely,
One day we'll be together.
I'm talking about the city of course.
Or maybe myself.
I'm rapidly transforming
And the rest of me is melted.
I'm happy.
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