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Burning the Midnight oil
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Drugs Another black shadow creeps along the wall
Coarse and fallow, bitter as gaul
Striking a chord in my heart
Bids me to the window frame
A look outside
Leaves me in shame
Burning the midnight oil again
Chasing the midnight foil again
Yearning for midnight spoils again
Spinning like a dime
Am I dead or am I hollow?
Am I even alive?
Am I morally culpable?
Or am I simply in chains?
And the midnight coal burns on and on
Smoke rises upwards like art
A gaze into the crucifix
and a sting in my heart
Burning the midnight oil again
Chasing the midnight foil again
Yearning for midnight spoils again
Spinning like a dime
But no matter how he tried he could not break free
The demon held him in misery
To the god in a bag, he was held in chains
And the worms ate into his brain
