Now I’m so dizzy I cant crawl, you rip the posters off my wall. This is the end of fishwives, cuckolds, all the pyramids will fall. We’ve built this farse and now it’s true, the lies we told we’ve grown into, the grip of panic sex and vodka breath we’re lushes in a lull, the adrenaline takes control.
We’re both just dying to cut loose, the club and drugs have altered you. This is the end of all the fucked up dirty, uncouth things we do. Now like a snuff film on display
I hide myself I’m so ashamed. I’ll cut the toxins, quit my body, all my calories for you.
I’ve lost control of this dancing sickness. Take me away.
I don’t know when but I know how. No, I don’t know when, but I know why, and I know how. I do.
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