three strong smokes
and a cup of 'kaf
fuck the food I'm ready to go
here the beauty is gone
so we make it ourselves
in the shade of the moon
'cause we killed the sun off
time spent stitching a patch for you
fried senses ditched while
itching at the stitches for nil
the grime and the cuts
and the slime and the sluts
ain't nothing I want but I fill my glass up
'cause the dead on the rough
draped across apex the roof
in the blood of the basement
I'm tracking footprints all through
'til the shag and slates
the elders and babies in wait
they all look the same
we're all dead anyway
it's a different kind of light
I'm a fragment to fight
distance is the trouble
but I'm fucking alright
and the bowls here don't bubble
they just burn to the screen
the fires blacken my nostrils
I know you don't know what I mean
it's a different kind of light
I'm a fragment to fight
a sliver glowing silver
a bullet delivered
my bones broke off kilter
but I'm fucking alright
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