Dreadful memories of long lost pictures I can not recall any further. But the dope gives us hope. And the watts crawl upon my spine. Shivers they give me. And music is the only thing we can trust in. Honesty is what I feel when the vibes touch my eardrums. They pound, pound pound. Never the less, it might be all what we got left. This is the shit that really matters.
And, oh, great Father, give us mercy. For we are the reckless dancers of the night.
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