Like the needle, like the graveyard
The little dose, to trigger backwards,
I'm trying all the way, but I'm in the end
I lost the toys of the game, as gods descends.
Junky in the distance, junk on the reels,
Traded for nothing, that's all I need.
Later over the wheels, still to emerge,
I blame the curses, but I'm down on my nerves,
Stainless but loaded, I can't the feel kick,
If the day is done, it must be a light trick.
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