re born of my mind
i don't know i am sick or not
i feel like need it again
cloudy nights kicking inside
ash of my tobacco showing sign of death
world is running after something else
crystals in my nose just sense smell of pure
splitting beings on surface
gathering my energy to find it
lots of noise here
my hand is up for this
my embalmer seems fade now
bitches on the road asking for assistance
please give me freedom from cactus closet
taste of it Is enough now
falling water in glass sounds like filling pillars
my blood is getting blue
deficient of something natural and look like ritual
people after me and hate me coz i close to you
indecent proposals falling on my way
breathing for you no matter the way i choose
where is fucking peace

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