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You Won't Survive This Addiction

I'm the chemical you're dying for
The guillotine that you protected
The blood on your fingernails you forgot about
So put me out like a cigarette that you crave

You pay your highest dollar for the generic version of me
When I am still stuck inside your teeth
I'm vile like a cancer but you still crave me
It's alright I love the way it feels down your throat
Sugar shake and bake me in your garage

I like the way you touch me with your palms
I'm the voices in your head that tells you
Death would be a sweet embrace
I'm the voice you can't get away from
There's no rehabs for me

◄ I Only Got A Job To Buy Her Glee

Dumb Soil ►

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