eugene pal - Befor your dust

Sometimes I dont know...
whats the point of getting older?
the body breaks down-
eyes grow cold-
you better figure it out-
before your dust.

Its coming soon.

Skin falling from the bone-
muscles atrophy-
lifes no gaurantee-
there is no rebate-
that you cash in-
two feet towards the grave-
eternity your in.

eugene pal

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