DAVID GERARDINO - peaplelessness

you put that hurricane into your veins,
then fall into a cold, dead sleep, i try to
help you out, but the help, you say you
dont want or need, just street drugs,
and a safe place to crash.
when you put that hurricane into your
veins, you stink of lies and hate, and
piss.
i try to help you out, but the help you
dont wont, or need, just steet drugs and
a safe place to crash.

DAVID GERARDINO

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