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The Cure Trap

Drowning like a fly in my drink You drone about being on the brink But I really don't care what you think Oh I'm sick of it all Sick of it all I hate

: Drowning like a fly in my drink You drone about being on the brink But I really don't care what you think Oh I'm sick of it all Sick of it all I hate

A creeping gray memory I am incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Doctor, cure me What is the cause of my condition This madness shoots me Like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie I'm a trap

't know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps

A wound - not sore - beyond cure remains Still and silent - painless days Paltriness - Indifference Life does remain quite lukewarm Ecstasies all burn

't have done all Those horrible things Yes, I know I know what you always say You trap, you kill, you eat That's what a good spider does You trap, you kill, you eat You trap

Venezuela, trick knowloge they pimpin you, all up in the hood, like Mc Donald's and liquor. Selling AIDS medicine, well we know you got the cure. You

a German Nazi Startled by the bases hittin? ground There?s no trippin? on mine, I?m just gettin? down Sparkamatic, I?m hangin? tight like a fanatic You trapped

your room. We know the germ, Which is man-made in metal, Is really a key to your own tomb. Prevention is better than cure, Bad apples affecting the