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In traffic lights
Green man sits behind the wheel and stares at the red without seeing the reason
Hopes for his death certificate improving into prescription
In the background radio plays the same shit, same shit
Devil's shit
First aid, cannula and doctor's diagnose
It was just a phase of your life [that] were over already
Get used to the truth already
Eternal life immortality
Has been hyped endless erection
Created as Viagra brandy bottle drunk
Branded as cliché auction item
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With ABC-weapons surgical strike to the core
Let's prescribe music as opiates
Green man sits in parking lot everything stopped
Holds on the wheel, not drinking or steering
Head full of voices, ice and drugs
Traffic lights
In the background excessive shit is given, same shit
Devil's shit
Doesn't hear difference inside the head
And in the noise rolling from the radio
Green man thinks he got the power to the soundtrack of his life
On the sound waves finally sails into body bag
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With ABC-weapons surgical strike to the core
Let's prescribe music as opiate
From the pharmacy's shelf a new friend was found
Even makes the body to change color
With placebo
With placebo
With placebo
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With ABC-weapons surgical strike to the core
Let's prescribe music as opiates