too much visky
blood feels great
feeling rush in my vains
funky vibe’s killing
with or without oxygen
no real reason to complain
popping pills seems dreams
like stepping into candystore
where is the one i’m looking for
is it open twenty-four seven
or should i be there on time
give me address
taxi is waiting me
don’t try to save me
i’m lost cause anyway
give the fucking piece you holding
i know what’s written down
dont you lie to me
street and house number i need
fuck, please, fuck, end this agony
and relieve the road i must resume

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