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by Empty Mags

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Reflection LYRICS- excuse my manners smoke to get the answers feeling in my lungs is pain its prolly fucking cancer I'm fucking battered like i fucking matter im always smoking weed take the shrooms to end on saturn i see some patterns while im pissing out my bladder all these people be some actors and they fake the fuck out my face another day to feel ok bit i feel the opposite searching around but i cant find the cause of it empty mags lay down inside a coffin kill myself or live that is my options and i smoke yea i smoke way to often raise the gun then i might fucking off him why am i feeling so miserable write the words that i mix with the syllables cough thats hospitable laugh like im cynical life so submittable dying to meet inhabitable lands

Genre
DIEYUNG

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