ANGST

Scalpel peel that pout off your face
Inhale funny fumes and back to rat race
There’s no sorrow, only happy thoughts
Obscure your vision, let the cynical rot

Somebody put something in my drink
And it’s affecting the way that I think
Pretty patterns, involuntary laughter
Let their chloroform cure your mood swings

Tinseltowns serving candy substances
Depression becomes series of trances
Scalpel peel that pout off your face
‘Cause world’s nothing but a fucking pretty place

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