Wake up every day, do the same routine
Take my dog for walk and look at my phone screen
Read about how the world's going to shit
And how no one's doing anything to stop it
Trying to do something to help with the existential pain
So I go to my dealer to get some ketamine
Tired of the world, I just want to escape
So I do a few lines and start to disassociate
Trying to leave behind the worries of the world
But as I do more k my brain becomes unfurled
Journeying into an unknown place
As my body melts away, my mind begins to race
Do a few more lines to banish my negative thoughts
Trying not to think about agony and loss
I'm just trying to feel less like shit for a second
A few more lines should help with that, I reckon
Falling deeper into a k-hole
Losing all my motor control
Can't feel anything anymore
Wake up the next day on the floor
I'm just trying to feel less depressed
Be a little more comfortable with my existence
So when I come to, I can help make a change
Stop waking up to the world filled with suffering
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