COOKS CONFESSIONS -rember to SWIM

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here it is

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Never wining, but never losing
Seems the wrong choices I am always choosing
Anhydrous and Lithium, Acid and Salt
I didn’t create the formula, who’s at Fault?
Surgical tubing, fish pump and awhile lot of pills
About 7 hours later, ya got the Shit that slowly kills
Hotels to Motels, Different Bed and different sheets
I'm surrounded by Empty pill boxes and Loved by speed freaks
Wide mouth Masons, Every where I look
Sometimes I feel like hitting the ether with acid when I cook
Everyone waiting, biting their nails
Praying ill be done soon, so they can snort their rails
Sometimes I wonder if this is someone’s Wrath
As I scrap the jars I swear I can hear the devil laugh
1 day 2 day's 3 days 4, 7 days, 10 days, 11, maybe more
This Shit will turn a virgin into a dirty whore
Some call it a Gift, I Know it’s a curse
Add my product to your life, to lower its worth
Maybe someday I’ll stop, but still nothing would END
Some one would learn the technique, so it starts ,Once again
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Great, reminds swim of a past life