Honey Nut Liquor
Wondering if it's real life
Touch it, feel it
Like a steel knife
Awake, straight to the pit
Yet another internal strife
Broken glass, raged fit
Desire burns, put down by his wife
Feelings on a whim, gotta run
Have to make a power play
Towards the sun
Without a delay
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