Them, Drug Addicts
It's not hunger for food
And it makes one a fool
It's really nothing good
More like leaving a toddler in a pool
All victims does panic
But they're in as if they get a commission
The actions are so ironic
Leaving one amazed, on the line of division
They do monologues
You really would swear they are mad
If you hear them doing dialogues
The topics don't match the news, it's so sad
They say they steal for a living
Unfortunately the earth so soon is what they end up leaving
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