Who told you that hope worked?
Did anyone remind the devil yet?
What level of the game is this?
Am I the freak I fear?
Should I switch coffee for whiskey?
Am I the only one here?
Does anyone care that this stinks?
Maybe no only means probably eventually.
Who told you that hope worked?
The game around town is dying.
Did anyone remind the devil yet?
I don’t intend to lose myself.
What level of the game is this?
It still doesn’t smell right outside.
Am I the freak I fear?
I trust me to drink wisely.
Should I switch coffee for whiskey?
The devil must become a friend.
Am I the only one here?
Nothing is permanent says fleeting thought.
Does anyone care that this stinks?
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