Poisoned casual stroll through city streets,
plagued by the gaping holes
on the ***** canvas of flatwall buildings.
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Over below prey lizard roads
Curving vertically through an alcoholic helix
quietly warpin' spacetime
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A terrible pileup on the tongue
as words come to a halt
meeting in a collision of sounds
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Metal bends and fuel burns loud
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Wrecks fall out of the mouth
Tearin' up the asphalt on the highway of mind
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This one is writing...
Under the influence of a kind.