I'd say it was a passing feeling,
but the feeling hasn't passed,
holding onto an emotion,
that I know is going to last,
trying to throw this heavy baggage,
off my, heavy, tired, shoulders,
time is moving slowly,
but I know I'm getting older,
I'm getting high off feeling shit,
the needle buried in my vein,
I've got to take just one more hit,
before I lose the game,
Rise, then fall, then lose it all,
scream until it hurts to breathe,
the devils heaven softly calls,
to hell we ride tonight,
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