Baro
The machinery just can’t take
any more fancy stories
but it can take up some needles in my arm,
boy, does it feel good not to be awake
The time I am lost just keeps passing by
I keep taking poison and et cetera
to keep the demons at bay
this is my apple for today
and that is me throwing up
today time forgave me for neglecting
all the moments that we had by ourselves
there’s no one we could tell
boy, does it feel good not to tell
Et cetera ad infinitum
et plus ultra
Dionisos knew the shit, gotta respect that
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