Build an inner door, drop and then explore You smoke your head on straight, then drink Your woes away - Some might not understand possession Controls your head You recognize it, while some ignore it Avoid the masses, you've got to belong to it Your music is your friend? But the roof Above my head. So seriously I take the will That never breaks Some might not understand, possession Beyond your hands... It's power and sin, and then you've got all the other habits Whiskey and smoke It's all that we could need, to plant the perfect Seed, disembody me - yeah...
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