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Feel the room filling up with smoke,
Billowing, billowing up, holding on for the worst, rise above.

Can I get a piece of that?
Uniquely post relapse
The quota and balancing act
Can I get a piece of that?

Come down, ... in my veins,
..., the whispers start to drill,
The pain of second place.

What's it like to be an atheist?
Are you okay with suicide?
Well it's baffling that my ears can bleed
When I see your domestic thighs
Yes the future is kush and bubblegum
But I prefer wood to linoleum
My destiny is calling me, it says
You'll be fine if you take some Tums