| I’m a new drug whose trafficked
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| Through far and distant lands.
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| I’ll pump through these
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| Twisted blood streams
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| To every corner of your body.
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| Despite all maps and borders,
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| And all wars and globes,
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| I’ve been led to uncharted lands.
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| Forget your compass and scars,
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| This world will tear you apart.
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| I’m a newborn taking my first steps.
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| Eyes bloated like beach balls,
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| They’ll surely pop.
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| Pop!
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| All day I shit and eat.
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| All night I crawl and sleep.
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| My rattle shakes.
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| My crib awaits.
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| But paved ivy’s my home.
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| Despite all maps and borders,
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| And all wars and globes,
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| I’ve been led to uncharted lands.
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| Forget your compass and scars,
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| This world will tear you apart.
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| You close your eyes to dream.
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| I steer and strum towards mine.
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| Would you believe the gall
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| This universe so proudly breeds?
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| I could abandon my coast
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| For the opposite edge of the coast.
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| I could vanish to the vast cavities of space.
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| But one brute’s consistency will forever remain,
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| My endless potential for pain. |