Enough talk about blood, let the ink spill. Use imagination, canvas to creation. Blank pages to, these phrases and moves. Romance and booze, not to impress its just what I choose. Breaks on the breakdowns, revolutionize sound. This room spins every time I close my eyes, and wonder why this typical sound wont flush down. brakes on the breakdowns. Kids are through being tough, someone let the ink spill. These are the ages of ruins, yeah they're molested. I've detected a message hidden in the depressants I have swallowed. I wonder if shes heard her song today? Well I can still taste the defeat from the last time she kissed me, we'll pipe it down till that bitch is in heat and im in need so I feed or spread the seed. Back to the topic of shit. This nonsense makes me sick. So I watch the ink drip, with no intent to get big this train sure as hell wont quit. Mediocre! At best! Mediocre! At best! When does the guillotine drop I'd rather get caught up and fucked in the end. Mediocre! At best! Mediocre! At best!
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