In my conversations with the Golden Vulture, it was suggested I write a song concerning the pointlessness of using illicit substances to achieve a true Golden Death. This is that song.
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This is one of the many songs that helped precipitate the loosening of the tiny diseased hand that clutched my salvation, and allowed me to achieve a true Golden Death.
Stab yourself in the arm
The pain gives way to a short lived love
That sends you gasping to the floor
That gives but takes so much more
Free yourself from this grip
Its your own hand thats strangling you
To death