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Chip’s Journey
Total agony, cruel hellscape
Bad back, pouring rain
What the fuck, bills are due today?
What the fuck is all this doing to me?
Doesn’t matter, phone rings
Nothing good, whiskey drink
Feet hurt, I'm fucking tired
Brain fried but I don’t mind
Put the gun
Back in your pocket
Pet a dog
Smoke some weed
Everything will be okay
Just as long as I disintegrate
Wait, where am I?
Where am I?
Fuck all you motherfuckers
I'll take the soup and salad to go
Eat shit, die quick
Where's my fucking tooth?
I'm coming back for that thing
I'm coming back for that thing