Behind my nasty neck I feel warm breath
Cause it was caress and tenderness of death,
That came and tempted me to revenge
And show how easy I could change
My soul, my dirty minds, my broken hopes.
Those words became free daily dopes,
I was like pity, worthless drunkard.
But only God could be my useless drunk guard.

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