Luck is an overflowing ashtray on an occupied bed
Nam Myo Ho
Ren Ge Kyo.
What is wrong? With you? With me? What's your mental disorder? Is there a name for it?
Nam Myo Ho
Ren Ge Kyo.
Cancer, my sign. Break me open, if I let you. Just another drag, and maybe I'll get out this bucket.
Nam Myo Ho
Ren Ge Kyo.
I breathe in my problems, I breathe them out. Stress death in a wisp, from between my lips, and out my nose.
Nam Myo Ho
Ren Ge Kyo.
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