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Vices

Kills with disease

Although he's publicly at peace

During the operation drinks

Eyes glazed

The scalpel sinks into the wrong place

You die before the final prayer takes place

The ole binger effects the craft and his bagging more bodies than

He's saving

Give him incentive

Money, coke, weed

Ferrari posters in garage his new reality

The patient has shrapnel through the neck

What do you suggest

Sedatives and some sleep

When doctors fail

When doctors kill

Friday night downtown he was catching thrills

He's a regular ace along the strip

Get him a woman and he might write you a script

(doctor)

Yeah I can feel it

The high it feeds

Morphine drip gotta feel it in my fucking system

Pray

You've become prey

Doctors wont save

It's not the same

Wont save your day

It never fails