Smell of gasoline in the air. Full speed, destination nowhere.
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I'm looking for a place to stay
And a bottle where to place my pain
In depression and rage
A voice that I hate is calling for me
It says it helps me escape into a place where life is all great
I hate to rain on this lame parade but this sucks too much in every possible way
It's not because I must it's not because I want to
It's just that I don't know enough
And I feel like giving it up
Whatever happened to the trust?
Did it all magically turn to dust?
Are my good senses starting to rust?
Or is there someone with their fingers in my cut?
Fuck it
'Cos it's never too late
To accelerate
Never too late
To accelerate