pop a pill on your tongue
wait till that fucker hits yr system
we were the talk of the town
you and i
now we are just whispered about through cracks
they say we are just the monster that will eat your insecurities alive
lets charm the conflict diamond outta em
and leave them a charcoal cadaver
status report: hell bent on heaven sent
i am the official secretary for the mile high club
moonlit love 1000s of feet into the sky
hades keeps dead ringing me
better put pennies on my eyelids when i die
so the taxman and the ferryman get a cent each
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