High Gear Death Drive

from by InCircles

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Oh, I want it, yeah

Oh, you got it, yeah

Honey from her mouth to mine

Oh, I need it

Oh, you know it

My death drive in high gear



I sit in the row, waiting for the man to come

Oh man, what if he doesn’t come?

My mouth is full, I hate my gums



I hate the way I hate

I dislike your taste

Make no mistake, the change in your hand is hot

You’re already late

You’re already late



I sat on that green bench

The sun was shining

But everything seemed dark and dirty

I made some conversation with the homeless junkie next to me

His eyes are very kind

What if he robs me blind?

I watch the children play as I waste my life away

Don’t wait for the others because they don’t know any better



Hey I got it, yeah

Oh, I’m dying

Oh, my death drive in high drive

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from STABLE 8, released April 23, 2015

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