I've got a habit I've got a vice I've got a problem With advice I've got a hunger I've got a lust An alter ego I can't trust I don't even wanna know How much further I can go
Sweet armageddon came crashing in just beneath my skin.
trembling cocaine lips turn to face and taste dreams yearn to race like your heart did away from the scene with the same paramedics that couldnt fix me
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