My veins are infected
They are bleeding out
As same as tears from my eyes
Pain
Is there some consolation for my cries?
Where are my tranquilizers
My black drugs?
I need to be higher
I need to rest a whileTranquilizer_
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Subconsciousness
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Tranquilizers
My veins are infected
They are bleeding out
As same as tears from my eyes
Pain
Is there some consolation for my cries?
Where are my tranquilizers
My black drugs?
I need to be higher
I need to rest a whileTranquilizer_