Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red Fog, Im not the only, timefucked and lonely Thirst, no friend of mine, Im E.T going wild Mushed, my piece of minds nowhere to find Slow, another show in the temple of thoughts Sleep, not mine to keep but fuck knows I fought Cool, creative and damn collected? Cold... Cold, cheap and disconnected From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust... The return of the pleasant fog... Im L.I.T.D
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