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change dosent come easy for lazy and sleazy
shots from a tower the song of the hour
i have personal hatred for the selfish and jaded
how could this blade taste a part of your shadow?
down and out..
down and out..
i cant feel my temples this throbbing entangles
she begs at my ankles at feeds on my bowels
i cant take this pressure, this timeless adventure
something keeps tickling
i cant fking think!
400miles from home
i wanna be alone
400miles from home
i wanna be alone
down and out..
down and out..