bottle it up, that’s what they want
a little elixir to kick in like punch
still have the burn to suck the taste from if I itch
finish it off, thumb through the stock
a colored affliction, some things you want
an aisle of serum shimmering as if we had the fortune to lose
something else to end us
you’ll lose
something else will end us
we’ll end us
without this new gold cure
I’ll find myself as two
one version overcomes with time
the other dies in the duel

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