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Date Posted: 11:05:33 06/15/13 Sat
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: Psychedelique Soule

Let me slip into passion and die a real death
Dealing with real threats
The last one left, no worries and no regrets
The chemistry could never rest with 3 different kinds of yes
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To get intoxicated we don't have to get high
Start feeling like pain is all you have in this life
All I got are these wounds and all I have is this knife
It's a cold, cold World and it's passing me by
The body count is going up and we could rapidly die
I want a slice of the pie, I want a piece of the cake
Vampires in the field, I see the Beast at the gate
The streets don't owe you nothing but the streets are your fate
Putting on a gameface as real shit takes place
My alarm clock's set, I'm never showing up late
Me and destiny have a date
So free you could fly but you're gonna crashland
Dancing with the Devil 'cause he saved the last dance
This is your last chance
Played ya cards right but you had a bad hand
Be a madman...Frankenstein-imagination
We don't even have control of the monsters we're making
We just make them and mold them
See myself passing out, choking on my own phlegm
Something like a rare gem, I think my mind is made of gold
Killing off the old me, inner-demons taking hold
Last of a dying breed, I got a psychedelic soul

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