When I’m alone in my room, sometime I stare at the wall
In the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call
Something fucked up going on inside of me
Can’t believe the hold it’s got on me, it’s gotta be
Do something bout it… Cause often I’m thinkin bout offin me
Yellin to the coffin…
This blog is all for the strangeness not just technicions but Wacked out shit.
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