the world's all snow balls cold
frozen tossed at windows hazed
they got the world's all fucked over up
and I'm-
somewhere spinning
spinning
cause the 211's like out there
shit, fucked every which-
that's control I'm out, gone...
messed up cracking extra high 211
swear tomorrow please-
out there gone forgotten farewell
dvd's wasted clear Armageddon
I'm fucked every-which-way beautiful
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