Broken heads, brainwashed
Pulls me through
In your mind, an instinct to survive
Censored views trick and confuse
It began just as I knew it would
Black and blue crayons scratch this earth
Precious as your sins
Blowing out your dreams
Forever I will stay down in a grave
Buried in trappers, put it on in the past
From eternal sickness, I lead us
Say that freedom is a bullshit dream
Still, I admit, brings me hope
Stranded old song
Pray you're so ready to start
Suffering from addiction to drugs
Suffering from addiction to drugs
Suffering from addiction to drugs
Suffering from addiction to drugs
Suffering from addiction to drugs
Suffering from addiction to drugs
Suffering from addiction to drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol
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