In Yourself
You Consume All
With A Smile
As Death Follows
You On A Leash
Loved Ones Crumble
As You Shoot A Line;
Brain Damage
"What Was I Supposed To Do Again?"
Go Ahead And Gorge Your Veins
Today You Become An Insect
You Don't Have The Smarts
To Understand What Is Food
Or Poison
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