Something Unfamiliar, Like Home
So, there is Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas...and I want to experience it. Feel death just beneath my grip, as a lazy smile and a witty quip. Unfamiliar like home, somewhere nonexistent, where I don’t belong. Steel buses and late night rushes, closed eyes, mountains passing by It’ll be everything I need if I believe. Will you? Please, take me from this life, let it be of sin. Please let it be alive so I can feel again. There’s something pathetic about pain and those who embrace it. Forgive me God, I’m such a masochist. Let me die and give me this sin. Let it be alive so I can feel again.
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