God doesn’t love me
I have a lot to get off my chest
No need for a confession
Just give me the ashtray
Curses come out before the smoke
If I dirty my body and mouth
Will I remember you for a moment?
You’re my sleeping pill, my caffeine
My virus, my vaccine
My bible, my dirty magazine under my bed
I’m in trouble
We’re perfectly fitting pieces for different puzzles
What the unholy world considers holy
They cannot change me.
Nothing can save me.
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