Sitting with fear, sitting with shame.
Shitting the same: not all that great.
To do a good deed, it's not too late.
This is for those who became their own monsters.
This is for my second Narcotics Anonymous sponsor.
This is for Marian, this is for Bill, this is for those that I almost killed.
This is for real, I ain't fronting no more.
I left my spit bubble armor on eternity's shore.
I swim naked with mosasaurs, mystery abounds; so I could care less when I sink to the ground.
I'll always wake up again, just like Azathoth our lord, and we don't do it just cuz we're bored.
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