I think I’m getting sick it’s happened to me before I’m craving drink and drugs my arse is hanging out so sort
me out a fix of god’s own medicine I’m
a front line pariah in the war against drugs evil
commissars have fitted me up they planted ideas my head I could not swallow whole my
mind shattered with the impact my dharma has been soiled I’m
suspended in a state of non-being I don’t
feel human no more
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