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Final Fight Half Head Full Shred

There's pictures flashing and lights so visually captivating an answer to all your problems to rid you of self hating if money was a gun, your life would

will be no blood, there will be no fucking blood slamming doors just to breathe getting close just leave hiding maps, lost, out at sea like a fight,

funeral three times a day a disgusting product rests in walking graves lies between your teeth with no voices to scream and all the blood to bleed we fight

I laughed too hard at the crashing waves I got knocked over, washed out to an early grave leave me alone, I'll be fine leave me alone, I'll be fine

In ten years, I think I'll be dead From a beat gone dry in my head And this sickness that's eating at me Like how I feel on day 53 In four days I'll

Friday night! this is the party night Such the perfect night to stay separated from our minds Ten yards away is the drunken clamor of pacified suburbanites