smashing a drum kit in the basement with the noise cancellation head phones over the ears just feel the rhythm still searching the city not so smoky find a way to capture that excrement before inhalation i still remember the black soot in the noise and the corner of the mouth under the finger nails and between the hair scraping it out with a comb i was older then i am much younger than that now
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