"How Long Now"
This place is fucked up, beyond all recognition.
Its a revolving door, only a few variations of the same rendition.
I often wonder, when once again, the situation will be normal, but when normal starts to show his face, things become all fucked up!
I guess that's apart of being involved with bad luck.
Ive tried to make it my goal to take life an break it into an installment pain.
This is worse than chasing a drug, i came fucked in every which way i ran.
All i can keep conteplating is,
"How Long Now"
Its a revolving door, only a few variations of the same rendition.
I often wonder, when once again, the situation will be normal, but when normal starts to show his face, things become all fucked up!
I guess that's apart of being involved with bad luck.
Ive tried to make it my goal to take life an break it into an installment pain.
This is worse than chasing a drug, i came fucked in every which way i ran.
All i can keep conteplating is,
"How Long Now"
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