I wanna be your prophet,
I wanna be your truth.
So give me faith, you stupid.
Or I'll be killed by you
I already dead in fact
On all levels of being going down
I wanted you but I fucked
I have nothing left, so now
The bright colors of poisonous,
Sharp unpleasant smell.
I'm rotting on your eyes -
I fucking going to the hell
Two tablets of oblivion,
Glass of whiskey gone.
I'm on the bottom of emptiness,
I build up my greatness.
Acid my crazy visions
Saturated with smoke.
Thoughts are jesters, they crying,
Their king is broke.
You think it's easy
be at the bottom of the bottle?
You think it's easy
be on the needlepoint?
Who I must blame?
I do not know what to do
But I do not want this shame
So I blame you
The bright colors of poisonous,
Sharp unpleasant smell.
I'm rotting on your eyes -
I fucking going to the hell
Two tablets of oblivion,
Glass of whiskey gone.
I'm on the bottom of emptiness,
I build up my greatness.
Acid my crazy visions
Saturated with smoke.
Thoughts are jesters, they crying,
Their king is broke.
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