Thursday, one eleven pm Everbody in club get tipsy Everbody in the club get pissy Yo, Tar boy, it's ya boy, Musty, ha ah Still ain't wearin' no deodorant
Cruel bagged then snagged is how I want things done I want the best in my life, and I will please anyone I'm strapped into this chair, watching TV that
We have gone much too far humans climbing up the walls again a future sour to the taste the tears i rue roll off my face strive for peace but nothing
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A glory that shines in every atrocity Reveals itself in every vile act Cleans itself in despondence And the pit known only to broken men Deafening are