The thing a lot, the smoke, too much
Don't understand, what am I waiting for?
First I'm born, thirst I'm alive
I don't kill my instinct any more
Go down like freedom
Virtue of mind escape from there
He wants to know, he is unknown
He destroyed himself never stop the way
There is downward spiral
Here on my style
You laid, friends died
Don't understand what were losing before
Bring the tool, erase the beat
I'm not here, can't feel the force
Slow down you are turning around
Appetite bigger and bigger flow up
You awake you fake
You kill yourself while you don't find
There is downward spiral
Here on my style

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