Shadows dancing on walls, I guess there’s a solution.
Sneaking up through the halls, I swallow air and shit pollution.
Walking feet stopped by cars, blood oxygen dies.
Waking up behind bars, plucking out our own eyes.
Pulling up dirty water, send a shock though my veins.
Car battery smile, corrodes the skin on my face.
There is a Solution in Addiction
- June 19, 2019, 5:12 a.m.
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