Stoke Extinguisher Lyrics

Foreign tabs, powders and booze,
How ludicrous with some much to lose
A tightrope walk on a frayed rope
A discerning slippery slope
A Soviet Roulette without a net

"We got it"

Lunatic! The O.G. narcissistic
With a "Me" impotency
A perilous recipe
What the f*ck is wrong with me?

Modesty! Is for sure something I lack
A freight train without a track
Only ends in tragedy
What the f*ck is wrong with me

Meaningless evocative talks
Racing lips and crushing rocks Fixing things that weren't broke
Extinguishing everyone's stoke

Huh!

Precaution! Then discarding all caution,
I consider every risk of the things I can't resist
Is there something wrong with -

Undergrounds (subterranean),
Public boudoirs (subversive),
Consenting brands (subhuman),
Permanent scars (from thousands of bruise),
Black and blue (submissive),
The status quo (subterfuge),
Warranty (subordinate),
Or bested I know.

Bested I know.

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