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A life is beautiful as an old dying whore.
The clinking bottles. The smell of burnt flesh.

A booze is the faith and truth
of hunkies, kings, queens, and fools.
Hey, listen to my crying fate.

Under the dull sky...
I, the contradiction,
falling into the abyss.
It is a sorry sight.

Are you wasted, dear? I am wasted, dear.

The cold hands.
My fault.
The sad face.
The damp Vault.

I am sick and broke. I am sick and broke.

Feel the beast inside your head
and let him out.

I am sick and broke. I am sick and broke.

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