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ampheta-history
just another victim of the of the shallow and weak
converting the innocence children from innocent and free
to the children of today broken, self loathing homicidal dope masking beasts
can you blame us ?look at the world
this isn't du whop chocolate malts greasers and social's
this is the age of needles lost dreams abuse and metal
i once was a ave rat if you know what that is rebelling against world for all of its sins
late night fist fights turn ugly quick ,with my boot knife now up inside some cracked out shit talking wanna be g
wipe it on my knee high doc martins
spitting on the blade i continue roaming the streets looking for relief
thinking inside, will there be any for me
every-time i feel it ,it gets taken from me
making me more bitter cold hateful
and seeking bliss in crystal relief with a dose of nice warm pussy
looking down as i walk the streets
cold and wet only alive and well because of amphetamines
freezing to death if i didnt keep moving
amphetamines we used as a drug obviously
but also to survive the cold hearted brutal unforgiven streets
and its icy cold touch of death coughing blood ammonia in my hand
wrapped in a blanket in an alley where nobody would find me
hoping a fucking person would walk by with some antibiotics
the fluid filling my lungs drowning me, coughs out in the night no one will notice me
is this how i go
fucking drowning on my own lung mucus alone laying curled in a dirty ass street
warm blankets
oh my fucking god i think
opening my eyes i see gauges tubes and i v's
i cant believe it ,someone actually didn't just walk by me
some unknown soul was decent enough make a simple call and save me.
converting the innocence children from innocent and free
to the children of today broken, self loathing homicidal dope masking beasts
can you blame us ?look at the world
this isn't du whop chocolate malts greasers and social's
this is the age of needles lost dreams abuse and metal
i once was a ave rat if you know what that is rebelling against world for all of its sins
late night fist fights turn ugly quick ,with my boot knife now up inside some cracked out shit talking wanna be g
wipe it on my knee high doc martins
spitting on the blade i continue roaming the streets looking for relief
thinking inside, will there be any for me
every-time i feel it ,it gets taken from me
making me more bitter cold hateful
and seeking bliss in crystal relief with a dose of nice warm pussy
looking down as i walk the streets
cold and wet only alive and well because of amphetamines
freezing to death if i didnt keep moving
amphetamines we used as a drug obviously
but also to survive the cold hearted brutal unforgiven streets
and its icy cold touch of death coughing blood ammonia in my hand
wrapped in a blanket in an alley where nobody would find me
hoping a fucking person would walk by with some antibiotics
the fluid filling my lungs drowning me, coughs out in the night no one will notice me
is this how i go
fucking drowning on my own lung mucus alone laying curled in a dirty ass street
warm blankets
oh my fucking god i think
opening my eyes i see gauges tubes and i v's
i cant believe it ,someone actually didn't just walk by me
some unknown soul was decent enough make a simple call and save me.
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