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Tips off.
Its six-thirty
drug is flirty
can’t stand
la la land
the alarm just rang
nerves with a bang
that sound, creeps in
my head, din din din
its seven o’clock
minds in a lock
these ears they prance
never gives me a chance
i know, i crow
im taking it slow
i stow, i throw
disrupt the flow
its seven twenty
overcrowd plenty
these eyes flutter
these words stutter
off it goes
racing dose
now, no no
how, go go
its nine o’clock
buried in a rock
its my friend, my foe
should get up in a mo
but but smut
i'm kept shut
bore bodys in a freeze
they banned its release
this heads bopping
hiss bodys flopping
a cost. lost the way
no idea what may
its ten oh five
killing the thrive
will worry later
don’t be a fate-r
it
it
locks my might
ropes my fight
blocks my light
crashes my flight
its eleven oh nil,
made this kill
leaving the house,
they call me a louse
its ruining my insides
but taking me on rides
it’s the age for stopping
am gonna keep popping
not being the living dead
prefer the corrupted head
now now, go
would, if i could
leave, leave, go
i know, i should
twelve o’clock
disgusted shock
little too late,
devour my sate
fuck this, dazzling daze
scratching off this phase
its throwing me off, this pill
happily tipping me off the sill
and yet I await to get back to routine
but I’m radiating numb like a machine
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