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Mr. Meth Crystal meth, crystal methMr. Meth by ~ellemennoP
white and shiny dust of death
happiness in just a breath
a friendly gift from Mr. Meth
Do a bit, and just forget
leave this world and lose regret
rejoicing in this grand duet
abandon solitude and debt
It's building up, you chase the high
soaring higher, strive to fly
you glance the top, just brush the sky
a glimpse of glee, but fail this try
It ebbs away, you start to fall
crashing downward, losing all
bang your head against a wall
as life returns to its dull drawl
You try again, you won't be beat
craving that euphoric heat
yearning for the high you cheat
pursuing what you'll never meet
Fight club by ~spade13th
Sta.sh
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A guy walks up to me and asks 'What's Punk?'. So I kick over a garbage can and say 'That's punk!'. So he kicks over the garbage can and says 'That's Punk?', and I say 'No that's trendy!'
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A guy walks up to me and asks 'What's Punk?'. So I kick over a garbage can and say 'That's punk!'. So he kicks over the garbage can and says 'That's Punk?', and I say 'No that's trendy!'
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Angelhead hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dinamo in the machinery of the night.
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"You are not to swing from my elbow. You are to show fear and respect to my elbow!" --Vendetta, Making Fiends
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Give me coffee and nobody gets hurt