Prozac, Lithium, Xanax and K2
Inhaling the dust under the rug
Like Tony Montana's favorite drug
At the proper end of the gun
The "enemies" share my blood
I'm melting in the winter, it's not cold enough
Don't threaten my state with what you think
Trusting only the black-toothed shrink
The weakness is barely potent
I'm building a tolerance
The dust under the rug has the highest dosage
The dealer dwells in an alley littered with problems larger then the Ottoman
I suddenly fall asleep when my adrenaline is at it's peak
I let my beast roam without a leash
What it eats, it eats
Spare me the tears
I'm sacrificing the reflection in the name of fear
Eating whats rotting
Lungs are black
Left eye is pink & white
Right eye is white & green
Tongue is pale blue
Down the rabbit hole
To be continued...
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