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A riot act through the town burning torches and shattered glass The shard of glass and name that we all know I can be made under the kitchen sink I made in the lab but not like you seen the nightmares I give you lying in bed division you'll see I want you to know they are of gifts from me cuz get you high but good feelings that you got drugs are demon don't let them be your downfall because drugs are demons and they don't love anybody at all she took your heart and soul tossed it in your bowl she gave you days of sleep this night hearing voices in the night a piece of my soul will always be side in the chapter of life