Definitely up
From
some chemical
we must run
on such
A lousy swill
Pace this world
You know
until
The day these
hands of time
Stand still
Holy water
held
Now spill
Strangers
how We
get our fill
One drop short
Of the
miracle
kinda
lost
And sorta
ill
Out of balance
Chemical
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