Take my promise for a ride.
You saw the damage, come inside.
The price of my paper cut will bleed,
Drain my body, take a copy of my fake finger print.
Trigger the dead, use my ash and a burning splint.
Just because I'm burning: doesn't mean I've lost.
The surrounding soil cotemplates life and death,
So concentrate and at any cost intoxicate my mind,
Give me a minute, one last puff of meth.
You'll be nominated to dominate the world.
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