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I dance with death each time I inhale.

One, two, three, four, five. Minutes later I lose concentration.

One day blurs into the next. I expect it, just like you would expect the mail.

My fingers begin to tap, my body to shake. This is from an unquenchable sensation.

One, two, three, four, five. Minutes later I lose concentration.

My lungs on fire, turning into ash; accumulating tar.

My fingers begin to tap, my body to shake. This is from an unquenchable sensation.

My eyes start to dance across the wall of confusion and haze.

My lungs on fire, turning into ash; accumulating tar.

Ahhhh, that’s it; the sweet sensation is back, my eyes gloss over.

My eyes start to dance across the wall of confusion and haze.

Where is he? Death, where are you? You promised you’d come, if I wasn’t sober.

One, two, three, four, five. Minutes later I lose concentration.

One day blurs into the next. I expect it, just like you would expect the mail.

My fingers begin to tap, my body to shake. This is from an unquenchable sensation.

I dance with death each time I inhale.