Enter the spell of the neon mist, with a head in bits from the toxic kicks,
It’s the mental fix, the cryptic trip as you feel the senses start to slip,
Getting lost in the twisted bliss, falling through the haze of lust,
As demons rush from the angels dust, in this mess souls get touched,
Enemies love, saints and thugs, freedom comes from sex and drugs,
Angels fuck in the flames of hell and demons love in heavens realm,
Opposite kinds, they move in time, the state is now yours and mine.
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