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For absolute proof of what's absolution (712)
Revision 21:01 PST in the month of May
Because I had no guts for Life
cancer stomached a drag
The vessels in wait bled our trail
and rehearsed an old pang -
When rolled fags still refold my weed
and I coughed aching for release
My lungs and lunge was surly
to hour's cupidity -
We were thrush through golden arches
tunneling darkened rails
rushing towards the guiding gloam -
We brushed by Breathless Biles -
Oh Mother - She entombs -
my respiring haze into veins
for countenance encounters this farce -
My Tumor, only Strain -
I pause before a pharmacy
to remedy lonesome brained
The neon lights are just lesions -
The sign sighed closed to Pain -
Since then drugs deride counterpanes -
Sin laughs medication -
Life's first smoke is comely ashen
gravity to weight poor omen.
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Original :
Because I had no guts for Life
cancer stomached a drag
The vessels in wait bled our trail
and rehearsed an old pang -
We rolled fags - Still refolds my weed -
and I coughed aching for release
My lungs and my lunch, to be sure
of our cupidity -
We were thrush through golden arches
in tunnels on the rail
We rushed towards the guiding gloam
We brushed by Breathless Burn -
Oh Mother - She entombs -
my expiring haze into veins
for countenance encounters farce -
My Tumor, only Strain -
I pause before a pharmacy
to remedy lonesome brained
The neon signs are just lesions
The sign sighed closed to Pain -
Since then drugs wears like counterpanes -
Sin becomes self-medication -
Life's first smoke is comely ashen
gravity to weight poor omen.
Last edited by peterphreak : 05-17-2008 at 10:21 AM.
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