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I take the message, fold it tight
into a shape that's meant for flight
looks good, until it hits the air
and doesn't travel anywhere

I fire it up, inhale the smoke
hold it until it makes me choke
straight to the head, it hits me fast
I give chase, but it never lasts

I cut lines out and rearrange
the end result is still the same
and now I have this horrid drip
that makes me gag and tastes like shit

I let it ferment, then distill
into a jug of homemade swill
can't seem to drink it fast enough
until I find it coming up

with every taste, I crave for more
It's rotting me down to the core
I suffer but I'll never stop
I'll keep creating 'til I drop
Written by 0bs3ss3dp0ss3ss3d (William Colten Sorrells)
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