Wasting my time looking for the end.
Smoking like a dragon, drowning in my flagon.
Pumping like a work horse going 'round the bend.
Shouting and screaming 'til the walls go deaf.
Shaking my fire and brimstone fist.
Choking on dust as I cleanse myself.
Staining my eyes as I search myself.
I'll never, ever understand.
No one will ever, ever know.
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But cancer will probably kill me.
Filling the gaps with vice after vice.
None of which actually thrill me.
Tomorrow is the first my first day off in like 26-27 days,at my shitty dead end job that doesn't even pay the bills.
I was going to celebrate with heroin. Had it all ready.
said no. Gonna go work with John from Hate City on his motorcycle.
I call that a small success in a shit battle of shit storms and shit swords.
see you fags later...
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