I
met with resistance, but it was for the better in the end
Sounded
terrific, I’ll tell you later
Nothing
known about me, think their lost without me
Those
that like me, fight me fully
Is
there time for these expectations of mine
It
seems we unite in pictures
Pharmaceutical
philosopher on your knees
Pray
to me as I prayed to you
Take
your legal highs
Don’t
come down on me again ever
I
am the aftercare
We
are the backroads
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