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Chasing a lie a trip in your mind

You sucked life right through your nose

Digging your grave your pain turns to rage

The mirror becomes your window

You can't see the road and you can't read the signs

You're trying to pass on a double white line

Nothing's what it seems

Prepare to kiss the ground

Won't be the first won't be the last

Racing to the end

Can't get your second wind

Wake up you're going nowhere fast

Where whino's cringe on a canned heat binge

They find their graves in the snow

Where tigers growl and the junkies prowl

In search of the much needed blow.