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Sweet Tooth
Immaterial, indiscreet, unfulfilling, yet so complete
Take another, take a seat, you might not ever move.
Drifting off into a trance, each time risking one last dance
Your subscription to addiction fueled by an unnecessary prescription.
Fading fast, yet time moves slow, never meant to last, so we let ourselves sink low
Incomplete, insatiable...all in some way, unnaturally disintegrating each and every day
So pop the pills, stop the pills, before you're set to lay
Use your will, restrain the thrill, before the kill gets its say.
