This Den Of Smoke And Ash
Holds Ones Of Dwindled Stash
Caked Bodies Line The Floors
Leave Stains And Opened Doors
There's Still Socks On Their Feet
Piss On The Toilet Seat
Slow Awake With Midday
Strange Tides Do Rush Their Way
Sneak Up After Rough Nights
Sore Eyes Now Sorer Sights
All Calls Met With Turned Heads
Slumbered In Make Shift Beds
Animals Of The Dark
Burnt Like Cigarette Sparks
Suffers Night And It's Marks
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