There once was a man who was afraid he wouldn't make the grade, in the past he'd been betrayed so he spent most of his time in the shade, playing charades.
Then along came a real babe, who's name was Jade who he paid and did get laid but he was also played. Now mind and body are starting to degrade, he might have come out better drinking raid.
Now life he tries to evade, feeling like sitting on a granade as the tears cascade, his life's portrayed a masquerade.
So he went to himself and prayed, from out of the blue came aid, the things in life he weighted, then arrayed, he's now on a crusade.
Whenever you become afraid because you have strayed and run into a blockade while the consequences are coming in spades, remember most of. Your problems, You Made.
But you can always upgrade like the man who went to himself and prayed. Now his life is arrayed and he's on a wonderful crusade.
So beware of escapades, you can very easily get played.
Dispicable me
Need I not say
Just learn to play the game
Hit one out of the park
Now living in the 18th century in the dark
Being forced to use your imagination again
Do you wish for quality or quanity?
Nothings cured...
It can only be managed
So you go to your legal drug dealer
Sign your name on blank paper in blood
Now call it even
All drugs legal or not are corupting your very soul
No stopping the enevitable
No dealer has safety as a main priority
Its just a frustrating vicous cycle
Oh, at least your laundries done
While coming undone
Do up the buttons
But nothing matches
You begin to lose sense of reality
Your surroundings are just a fuzzy glare
Pumped full of enough pills to knock out an elephant
Attempting to reases your enviroment
While other beings are playing toss with your brain
You can feel your brain going on short circut wires
An electrical storm is ragging in your mind
In hopes to find the ancient relm of a lost civilization
But there hidden in the many layers (of skin)
Just watch out before someone pulls the pin from this deadly granade
In hopes of winning this war
But there's no horizen
Your minds still playing tricks on you
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