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Etude n°16

de Harold Budd

Like a rubber band, dry and cracked
The slightest pressure, cause me to snap
Teetering on the edge of a cliff. weigh of the world on my neck.
Everything hurts and my blood pumps razors through the space behind my eyes
There’s no hiding dopesickness.
It’s fucked up when the solution is the cure
Cause of the problem.
Anxious.
Drentched in sweat
Was it worth it?
Did you get what you expected?
Your only escape from the noose
Slice open your arm and pour drugs in
Like chopping off your head
Overdose and you’ll never be sick again…
Your only escape from the noose is death!

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