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Silver sheen lucky baptized

Smoke and wood ashes smote

You bum a cig and your thoughts die

A pity time doesn’t hope



It wasn’t real from the last time

From the last time

Fuck the pain from inside

It wasn’t real from the last time



Count your sticks and your last dimes

Dirt and snot on your nose

The platinum cane and your last try

We took the world as a joke



Memories of a fine life

A conscious soul on a rope

You dig a grave before bedtime

Eternal nap just to cope