Open your eyes you filthy mess.
Face on the pavement my hands tied around me
Glaring at me a stranger it can’t be got my luck to the worst that it can be
And everything I say will waste and go away like my body and my face.
But it makes no sense to worry because I won’t remember anything but how good I feel.
It’s better giving into the urges that want you
So shoot it up.

Lyrics submitted by theTyrant

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