Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red
Fog, I m not the only, timefucked and lonely
Thirst, no friend of mine, I m E.T going wild
Mushed, my piece of mind s nowhere to find
Slow, another show in the temple of thoughts
Sleep, not mine to keep but fuck knows I fought
Cool, creative and damn collected?
Cold... Cold, cheap and disconnected
From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust...
The return of the pleasant fog... I m L.I.T.D
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