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i can’t stand another day in the pleasure slums this half-life is decaying with the medicine there’s no here and there’s no there just empty rooms or deadly air so i recline i bide my time i unwind and turn off my mind because i can’t stand another day in the pleasure slums taking time and claiming days charts and stats and brain decay busy hands and idle minds keep a song to sing to pass the time if work is freeing you from the toil punch season’s clocks until spring uncoils i'm starved for oxygen need more breath and this masquerade will be my death because i can’t stand another day in the pleasure slums this half-life is decaying with the medicine quiet rolling through the house loaded wires hum as the dark comes down to bless the light with it's blackened grace only temporarily trading places raised online in the binary days scroll back your chat log to read history push within me and pull without we race toward checkered flags of doubt because i can’t stand another day in the pleasure slums sleep and dreams used to come easily now i close my eyes chemically electric sheep on acid driving royal christened semen riders while you call on me like an endless prepaid telephone your mother gave you imitating life stealing art with no audition i got the part in streams of stories on some four chan get your front row truman show pass while you still can because I can’t stand another day in the pleasure slums this half-life is decaying with the medicine