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Yesterday night After an evening of indulging myself in liquid poison I found my self standing in a club Boom boom boom boom The bass strangely palpitates on the rhythm of my anxiety Light flashes And life flashes slashing my mind in it's entirety Soul sweating, soaking my composure entirely Light flickers My psyche shivers.. **** Images with every flicker portray what I mostly miss Quickly gulping down another glass of this *** and mix Vision blurry, yet the imagery is fixed, so it's pointless to go full throttle There are lots of differences between alcohol and liquid Sorrow Guess earlier tonight at the store I must have bought the wrong bottles So we put our hands up, like the ceiling can't hold us **** that, this song is so bad it's the end of rap As I fall within the depths landing on deck of my Mind's Ship Giving out nonsense orders like I've become a swashbuckling pirate At the end of the night I take a dive in a sea of smoke my brain inhales and ironically welcomes "Davy Jones"
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
Poisoned Penmanship
Yesterday night After an evening of indulging myself in liquid poison I found my self standing in a club Boom boom boom boom The bass strangely palpitates on the rhythm of my anxiety Light flashes And life flashes slashing my mind in it's entirety Soul sweating, soaking my composure entirely Light flickers My psyche shivers.. **** Images with every flicker portray what I mostly miss Quickly gulping down another glass of this *** and mix Vision blurry, yet the imagery is fixed, so it's pointless to go full throttle There are lots of differences between alcohol and liquid Sorrow Guess earlier tonight at the store I must have bought the wrong bottles So we put our hands up, like the ceiling can't hold us **** that, this song is so bad it's the end of rap As I fall within the depths landing on deck of my Mind's Ship Giving out nonsense orders like I've become a swashbuckling pirate At the end of the night I take a dive in a sea of smoke my brain inhales and ironically welcomes "Davy Jones"
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
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