| The dirt’s so thick it won’t come clean,
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| All around a haze like a smoke screen,
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| I can’t see you but you see me,
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| But I might be gone before you count to three.
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| The waters are totally polluted,
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| The armies inside my head have feuded,
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| One side has smothered the other,
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| The disease it spreads and begins to cover.
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| Maggot infested soul of mine,
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| Has painted me in a corner confined.
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| My vision is blurred no reason or rhyme,
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| Help me escape these walls I climb.
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| I’m drowning in my own shit, gasping,
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| Gagging on the vomit asphyxiated, grasping,
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| For a grip on the soap with the rope,
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| So I can get clean and begin to cope,
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| Scrub me 'til I’m raw, an open sore oozing
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| Unless I’m clean I might start losing.
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| My mind and my life would have a fucked-up ending,
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| Thank God if you ever see cleansing.
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| Sewn my eyes shut can’t you see I’m smothered?
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| Deaf, dumb and blind the dirt has covered
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| The windows which let the light shine through,
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| Cleansing of the soul for I am you.
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| The last time I slept I dreamt.
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| My friend and I we got so high.
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| On top of mountains, deep in the sky,
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| Way up high where the white goes by.
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| The air is thin and hard to breathe.
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| But with a friend near, by your side,
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| you can conquer the world or wander around all starry-eyed.
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| I laid there and dreamt along for a ride. |