You Are What You SmokePhantom bodily sensations Born of hunger depravation; Watching everybody eating,You Are What You Smoke
Needing but to want again. You have nothing to decipher. You're becoming an all-lifer, And alarming thoughts are finding Their way out through your old pen.
It's disheartening to know, That it's all about the chemicals. You've come, now you can't go- It's all about the chemicals.
A different place, a different feeling. Who you were before is reeling Out of memory - you're new now - Breathe it slowly, hold it in. Keep moving, while it's still so easy. &nb
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The Moon cries to be set free
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The Moon cries to be set free
cool gallery!
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Bada-bing, Bada-bang, bada-boom! Capisce?
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