...andisconnecdead
Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red
Fog, I'm not the only, timefucked and lonely
Thirst, no friend of mine, I'm E.T going wild
Mushed, my piece of mind's nowhere to find
Slow, another show in the temple of thoughts
Sleep, not mine to keep but fuck knows I fought
Cool, creative and damn collected?
Cold... Cold, cheap and disconnected
From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust...
The return of the pleasant fog... I'm L.I.T.D

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