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Freedom from addiction Means keeping pills in relapsing distance I just need the presence, the friction The suffering of temptation Released A downward spiral or something cliché enough to drag me to the bottom I let go of everything once Trying to force a flow of liberation Misguided euphoric tide At least for the half-life Then the comedown Through the noise This kid is making a comeback Infantilizing the sacred ground Back to primal setting Bursts of energy via the star nursery These compulsions Lead to impulsions When the nervous system's wracked I'll be here wrapping my head around Trying to control the chaos Organized crime in the mind of the attention deficit Demanding change in this temple trashed by the afterparty.
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
Trashed Temple
Freedom from addiction Means keeping pills in relapsing distance I just need the presence, the friction The suffering of temptation Released A downward spiral or something cliché enough to drag me to the bottom I let go of everything once Trying to force a flow of liberation Misguided euphoric tide At least for the half-life Then the comedown Through the noise This kid is making a comeback Infantilizing the sacred ground Back to primal setting Bursts of energy via the star nursery These compulsions Lead to impulsions When the nervous system's wracked I'll be here wrapping my head around Trying to control the chaos Organized crime in the mind of the attention deficit Demanding change in this temple trashed by the afterparty.
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
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