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You're tied down, you're locked up |
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You've got no way out |
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You're broke down you're fed up |
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Your lungs start to shout |
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You're wincing, convulsing |
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You're aching with pain |
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Gasping for breath, and you're feeling insane |
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Hole after hole |
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Just proving your point |
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Point after point |
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Just digging you hole |
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Slow digging with a spoon |
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Hooked! |
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You're hooked on a drug that's controlling your mind |
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Hocking your soul for that measly last dime |
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You're dragged off and thrown in your own padded cell |
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You've reached end of rope at bottom of well |
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Yellow-black arm-hole of eager junk acceptance |
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Thin steel prick cums in your arm |
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I see you fall over and over again |
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Hanging onto nothing you thought was a friend |