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Stoke Extinguisher Lyrics

Foreign taps, Powders and booze
A ludicrous, there's so much to lose
A tight rope walk, on a frayed rope
A discerning slippery slope
Soviet roulette, without a net
(I think we got it)
Lunatic, the O.G. narcissistic
with omnipotencey, a perilous recipe,
what the f*** is wrong with me?

Modesty is for sure something I lack
A freight train without a track
only it's a tragedy
What the f*** is wrong with me-aningless
evocative talks
erasing lips and crushing rocks
fixing things, that weren't broke
extinguishing everyone's stoke
For four days I say the lines to myself???

Precaution, then distorting all caution
I consider every risk,
of the things I can't resist
is there something wrong with
Underground, (subterranean)
public boudoirs, (subversive)
Consadnay?...? brands(?) (subhuman)
permanent scars (from substance abuse)
black and blue (submissive)
the status quo (subterfuge)
Florentine (subordinate)
a bastion I know??
Bastion I know?
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