Like French kissing God
That’s what some people say
More like dancing with the devil
But oh how I love to sway

A direct path to tranquility
More elusive to me or not
A serene of flooding pleasure
That’s promises have me caught

Promises to comfort, promises to care
Promises to always be here
To hold me tight with projection
And to eliminate all I fear

Rushing thru my veins
Giving me strength to take on the world
Until it’s grasp on me is gone
And I lay in bed curled

Not wanting to move
Without a syringe to push me on
Bu the escape it offers me
Is nothing but a con

 
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