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5 Senses
Intro
I see the sun creep away
I hear the door close slowly
I taste the whiskey still on my breath
I smell cigarettes on my jacket
I feel the cold on my skin
Shelter from the storm
I see the bills gathered on the table
I hear the phone ringing off the hook
I taste my half frozen microwave dinner
I smell defeat from the past few weeks
I feel the fridge for an ice cold beer
Reflection
I see myself in the mirror. Disgrace
I hear my voice in my head. Annoying
I taste the blood from an open vein. Pain
I smell like cheap cologne. Clown
I feel so alone. Creep
Final Thoughts
I see a handgun in my hand
I hear the lever pull back
I taste the steel of the barrel
I smell the primer ignite
I feel the trigger slip
End
I see the sun creep away
I hear the door close slowly
I taste the whiskey still on my breath
I smell cigarettes on my jacket
I feel the cold on my skin
Shelter from the storm
I see the bills gathered on the table
I hear the phone ringing off the hook
I taste my half frozen microwave dinner
I smell defeat from the past few weeks
I feel the fridge for an ice cold beer
Reflection
I see myself in the mirror. Disgrace
I hear my voice in my head. Annoying
I taste the blood from an open vein. Pain
I smell like cheap cologne. Clown
I feel so alone. Creep
Final Thoughts
I see a handgun in my hand
I hear the lever pull back
I taste the steel of the barrel
I smell the primer ignite
I feel the trigger slip
End
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