.Dust settles on a thin cloud
Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours
Staring at a line of white powder>
High-priced madness pays the tab
I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag
I'm a catatonic son of a bit.
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