The burn of whiskey in a dark emptying bottle

The smell of burning gas and oil at full throttle

Looking for a desperate escape

To erase a lasting mistake 

Waking to find my caving head in a steel vice

Running a rat race full of mice

Food for the wicked slithering serpent 

Sins for which we can’t repent 

Gotta find a way to escape time bent

Before my last sun is spent

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