

And if all the drugs are PinkPink clouds, about to snow. Vomit, headache, the feeling of being abandoned, emptiness and melancholy joins the pink night. It does snow, neither sighings, nor empty hopes of mine won't ever cure the wounds, made by a sound cannot be heard anymore. It does snow, i crave for warmth, maybe because of the coldness mind, or maybe not. Who'd ever know? 8 windpipes and some more lungs i need. My eyes bulged, my hair getting bald, my knees stroked. When had my brained worked? It does snow. Someone fails convincing me to close my eyes, the phone must ring, will ring, should ring, just RING! What if someone empties my body, and i just fly to the cloudAnd if all the drugs are Pink


Off-BaseMinds occupied by credence Where the evil is beyond belief Masks of lies on every face Caused by their disgraceful god Protracted struggle of less contemplation About the existence Assuaged, mechanical, useless human-beings With at all, no feelings To your rotten eyes No worshipping gives a real soul Being off-based is your own fault Contemplating life is to choose without any excuse Another dreary day passes by In the darkness of complete mayhem Not a mecca for me, the world you live in Headstrong movement of mine to cause havoc Just a one-mOff-Base
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