.(Mad Child)
Enter the depth of the mindstate of a sick man
Blood lust, slow suction like quick sand
Sharpened gilloutine that cuts clean, you can't hang
An iron plate in my head, strike with rattlesnake fangs
I'm ill, especially when guts start to spill
Quick fix, addicted to.
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