As I struggle through a drunken maze
Here I climb the walls and stay up for days
Through my head speeds the chemical burn
Yes, I like it that way
My closest friends are powdered dreams
A bottomless glass, blackened smoke screen
My mind is sick but my arms are clean,
And I like it that way
Mt fucking life gets turned so upside down
At least it seems that way sometimes
The past two nights boy, have been the same fucked up day
A damn strange 48
My mind is sick
My soul is sick
My heart is sick
Just one more hour and I
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