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late nite breakfast brings a short slumber

awaken by the thought of meth

  sizzling at the crack of day

commit a lustful spawn with a girl in a

hollywood bungalow, i meant the room down

the hall. fall asleep for a second stay awake

for a week, feeling weak at the end of your trip

  dip a joint and smoke to the roach

horses gallop down the streets..

sitting in the devil's chair..."did i just say,

there were horses down the street"...silly of me

  i meant to say, "the lunatics are on their feet"

marching to the beat of the drum

approaching my dreams becoming nightmares, scaring

my fears away so I lay comfortably numb or until

  the chemicals flush away

ol' skool' pioneers welcoming new recruits into the

game of high stakes, fast days, short nights and bad

habits..jackrabbits on the run

  acting like a fool, little boy can't handle his

addiction becoming a pest, testing me

you can't rest so why fight the feeling

one eye open visualizing the end

  the sun hits your face as you return to life

up on your feet, now take a seat and wait

for you see in hell you never sleep, the heat is

not from the sun, flames that surround you burn you