A disqualifying status.
Hardly, it seems,
when your choices are solitary or disease.
Pick your poison,
or take a leap to exit-
stage right.
Fuck around, have fun.
They're telling you it's alright!
But damn, you got caught,
back home, back to the mess,
the disease is putting you to the test.
Instead of bracing yourself
just let it slide off, like sweat
slip between the cracks-
through neon lights and
bloody-knuckle fights.
Yeah dude, they're telling you it's alright!
Now older, wiser-
stronger, faster
on your own you still get plastered.
Against the wall really isn't so hard.
Can't you hear? They're telling you it's alright!
It's alright!
Yeah alright!













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The Flow of the words hits me, i like it.
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+ The wolves are listening, and want to shake me awake. +
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