One prick
and they're in your system
One whiff
and you can't let go
You turn to
liquids that are intoxicating
And it makes
you feel good
Oh so good
As your
blood turns to venom
You inhale
one more time
And let the
chemicals
Implode
You chain
yourself up
And look for
the key
But there's
no way out
As the noose
tightens
And you
scream
Slowly and
steadily
The
chemicals take hold
And they
won't let go
They won't
let go
They
won't...
The Bilge Master
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