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I’m waking up,
To ash and dust,
I wipe my brow of my sweat and my rust.
I’m breathing in,
The chemicals…
OooooohAhhhhhhh!
I’m breaking in, shaping up
then checking out of the prison bus
this is it, the apocalypse
wooaoh
Oh, it’s the hot chicks room. Opposite the Bucket Of Truth.