inside this room my head explodes
thoughts are trapped and love implodes
it hurts, it hurts, i carry on

just another roadside carrion
negotiating with the reaper
he’s the one, she’s a keeper
we live, we die, we misrepresent
vultures circle in hungry descent
while our souls ascend in laughter
our bodies decay into matter
with fire that burns all decency
what shall be, shall be.
turning in on wicked thoughts
we toss in sleep, we sorrowful sots
drunken dreams in technicolor
broken, broken, song of lover
inside this room i cannot breath
inside this death i cannot leave
i drink and sing accolades
dearest wish, addiction fades


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