The devil knows my name
I think he is wearing your shoes
I want your unkemptness to be tame
And catastrophically clusterfucked by the booze
When something gets really good
You must know something next will malignantly occur
Take the pedestrian way, yes you should
And yet another line is blurred
Get me well
Improved by the bars of the incumbent
Marked by the beast, just to hear them quell
Oh fuck, I just sound so redundant
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