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Fly Your Majesty
There's a portal through the pinhole in my vein...
A portal through which I lose myself again...
Royalty waits on the other side...
My wings of wax can only fly so high...
Pushers parade,and march to silent drums...
Users can find a friend in anyone...
The king,the queen,the princess,and the prince...
They all shake your hand and greet you with a kiss...
A track star runs the mile up your arm...
In record time,he's gone,but leaves his mark...
Evil smiles spread like new disease...
It's never when you want to when you leave...
The trip home always seems a little hazy-
I'm never quite sure of when I land-
Each time it gets a little bit more crazy-
If I can even remember the crazy time I had-
This time I'm flying closer to the sun...
My wings of wax,I can no longer hold on...
The pushers move like zombies now it seems...
The users now are barely human beings...
The royal family spit as I walk past...
The marks become infectious,rotting,black...
You thought a little more would help you stay here-
Through the portal to the other side-
So it worked,but every thing has changed here-
Now where you live is in the place you died.....
A portal through which I lose myself again...
Royalty waits on the other side...
My wings of wax can only fly so high...
Pushers parade,and march to silent drums...
Users can find a friend in anyone...
The king,the queen,the princess,and the prince...
They all shake your hand and greet you with a kiss...
A track star runs the mile up your arm...
In record time,he's gone,but leaves his mark...
Evil smiles spread like new disease...
It's never when you want to when you leave...
The trip home always seems a little hazy-
I'm never quite sure of when I land-
Each time it gets a little bit more crazy-
If I can even remember the crazy time I had-
This time I'm flying closer to the sun...
My wings of wax,I can no longer hold on...
The pushers move like zombies now it seems...
The users now are barely human beings...
The royal family spit as I walk past...
The marks become infectious,rotting,black...
You thought a little more would help you stay here-
Through the portal to the other side-
So it worked,but every thing has changed here-
Now where you live is in the place you died.....
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