Thursday, 6 June 2013


I met with resistance, but it was for the better in the end
Sounded terrific, I’ll tell you later
Nothing known about me, think their lost without me
Those that like me, fight me fully

Is there time for these expectations of mine
It seems we unite in pictures

Pharmaceutical philosopher on your knees
Pray to me as I prayed to you
Take your legal highs
Don’t come down on me again ever

I am the aftercare
We are the backroads

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