| Life spent with lips on glass
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| Another hit, just one more blast
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| How long can you make it last?
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| Hit the pipe and vaporise
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| Feel the rush, so energised
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| Your lungs begin to crystallise
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| Try to stem the tide
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| From another five-day ride
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| Don’t you know you’re dead inside?
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| The world spins out of control
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| All amped up, nowhere to go
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| A glass house is all you know
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| Poison cloud hangs in the air
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| Breathe it deep, your only care
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| It’s a nightmare, not a dream
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| Deathamphetamine
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| Spun and sleep deprived
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| The calendar burns before your eyes
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| Another hit, for now revived
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| So many sleepless nights
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| Only wet your appetite
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| Strike a match, the torch ignites
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| See the shards start cracking back
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| Watch them turn your world to black
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| While waiting for the heart attack
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| All your dreams are dead and gone
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| I’ll tell you now, it won’t be long
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| Before death ends this marathon
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| Poison cloud hangs in the air
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| Breathe it deep, your only care
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| It’s a nightmare, not a dream
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| Deathamphetamine
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| Withered and sucked up
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| You’re wasting away
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| Eyes sunken deep in your skull
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| You care not about yourself
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| Nor any other
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| Only if the pipe is full
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| Lick your lips
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| As you hover around the glass
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| Anxiously awaiting your turn
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| Depressed and paranoid
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| It’s all gone to Hell
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| Inhale as your world burns
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| Lost everything you own
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| Now waiting by the telephone
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| For the dope man to come home
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| All your friends and family
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| Are sickened by your need for speed
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| Only driven to exceed
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| So many years, so little time
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| For you to halt your life’s decline
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| You’ve got to read the signs
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| Everything has come unwound
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| You’ve got to turn this shit around
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| Before you’re six feet underground
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| Poison cloud hangs in the air
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| Breathe it deep, your only care
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| It’s a nightmare, not a dream
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| Deathamphetamine |