That girl was nervous when I whistled at her dog
And now all these junkies roll in
Only with a new taste for grog
The first drowning reaction,
instantaneous distraction
I'm trapped with low abilities
And I'll never see anything free.
The deceiving act it might begin
But the impulsive habit's just wearing thin
Your mind shuts down, reflexes take hold
Bodies forced into a negative mould
Anaesthesia has kicked in.
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