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The only thing that was sweet enough

at the time was the warmth and the healing touch

of the substance given powers to meake me reach.

For bars raised higher, for witnesses aspire,

lust, desire, an inner burning fire,

even music on the radio was making sense.

My bloody mistress, you're my only friend.

My only joy in these times of despair.

I'll play your game, yeah I've got more to spend.

Cut out a piece, but please be fair.

Top of the game with all the things

that's always been the same and with what it brings.

All your boring standards, I have surpassed.

By setting the life aside,

where loneliness could hide.

The scars in my eyes that would reveal.

My bloody mistress who's my only friend...