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Close your Eyes

  1. Beyond Mr Vonnegut’s cumbersome crux
  2. The comets erupt, rumbling the crust
  3. The jux of the moral flux is a jump
  4. From the lack of trust that we huddled up
  5. But at once the fun we used to have became none
  6. Cuz of drugs that were stuck in hands like gloves
  7. Comforting as buzz in the brains veins above
  8. TIL the love for it became too much to bear
  9. The streets held them but they never cared
  10. They feed them garbage to keep them there
  11. The noodles don’t fill enough, they polluting air
  12. Goblin looking, the smell is awful over where
  13. They toppled over, they hauntingly were scared
  14. Of their own glare of their own throbbing pox they’ve gotten
  15. From the constant gobbling of OxyContin
  16. No peach cobblers or anything of the matter
  17. Their scatterbrained and plastered all over getting sadder
  18. Getting fatter, blood letting each others laughter
  19. Tryna make life through the drug of blood splatter
  20. But after the laughter just come the tears faster
  21.  
  22. It gets me through the day
  23. So don’t kill me
  24. Hear me, hear me
  25. Maybe it’s okay, maybe it’ll be okay
  26. Just get me through the day
  27.  
  28. Opium concealing, drugs syringes in buildings
  29. In staircases where junkies be sticking their skin
  30. In front of children, where hands become your grave
  31. And young eyes see fate too early instead of too late
  32. And when the sun rise the body begins to decay
  33. Stairways are gateways to different dimensions and places
  34. Where illegal possessions of narcotic traces
  35. Become the faces of those forgotten, all races
  36. Nobody is safe when heroin flows inside your head
  37. It’ll make you ill, degrade your whole mind to bed
  38. You may never wake up, and if you wake up from the rest
  39. The feeling you have’ll will make you wanna be dead
  40.  
  41. It gets me through the day
  42. So don’t kill me
  43. Hear me, hear me
  44. Maybe it’s okay, maybe it’ll be okay
  45. Just get me through the day
  46.  
  47. Fentanyl capsules turn men to panhandlers
  48. To gamblers, to managers of their own parameters
  49. Dying of their own sovereignty that they managed
  50. Now they still roam the planet, still cold and lonely
  51. Still hold the same beliefs that the “drugs won’t fold me”
  52. But they never acknowledge that they’ll never grow old, G
  53. Instead, slowly they go deep into their own feet
  54. Slumped over on streets, streetlights and trees
  55. Cars roll by with a few kids in the backseat
  56. Momma saying “close your eyes”, protecting them from atrophy
  57. From the world's production of their own corruption
  58. Cocaine is snuffing the lives of many youngin’s
  59. With no time for running to save the needles getting stung in
  60. Some coulda chose a different route as band amateurs
  61. Somewhere between the iambic pantameters
  62. But since they found the drugs and made it their home
  63. They’ll house the decision, hoping they’ll grow old
  64.  
  65. It gets me through the day
  66. So don’t kill me
  67. Hear me, hear me
  68. Maybe it’s okay, maybe it’ll be okay
  69. Just get me through the day

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