Pushin' past the limit, trippin' on hallucinogenics
And then I crawled back to the life that I said I wouldn't live in
'Cause I carried on like the wayward son
And now through and through I have come undone
And now I am just but the wayward man
What with my bloodshot eyes and my shaky hands
wip
waitin for a stroke of inspiration
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