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A Trip to the Bank: Applying for Credit in a Down Market

After the Spill

Into my veins it shoots. Electricity down the canal. My blood is fused with my sweet mood and sparks of life divine?
Or synthetic… where does the electricity come from? If it’s from the sky its of God,
but if its from a lightning rod, then is it man made?

When the lightning hits it stays…

And so I recline,
staring up at the divine.

A smile on my face but tears down my cheeks--Laughing uncontrollably.

I need the electricity.

Something to spark my life. Something to start me up again. If it’s in a needle, so be it. If it’s in a pill, so be it. If it’s in a bottle, so be it. Lightning in a bottle.

Electric currents in my veins, I shoot it up, I feel the same. Good for a while, it makes me smile. But that’s all until I come crashing down like the crashing DOW; like lightning in the sky before it hits the ground.

A prick a crack, I’m back again. Stuck in the world so bleak so dreary. Maybe I will so more clearly. Holding onto the Rod because I have no hope. Holding onto the lightning rod waiting for my charge.
Holding on till God strikes me down. It’s been so long since I felt a rush. It’s been so long since someone made me blush, made me scream made me laugh made me cry. I think I’m almost ready to die.

So strike me God! Strike me down! Wipe of my smile and make me frown!

Wipe of my smirk and make me shirk and charge that lightning through my veins!
Dispel my body from this World Insane!

Strike me down God! I’m ready to return to hell or heaven, or emptiness.

Strike me down God I’ve had enough.

It’s not just that this world is tough; it’s that I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of a life without a spark.

Hit me God, I need a charge.

Visa, Discover, or MasterCard.

Before the Spill
In my veins I shoot it. Elecrtricity down the canal. My blood is fused with my sweet mood and sparks of live divine? Or synthetic… where does the electiricyty come from? If its from the sky its God but itf its from a lightning riod that man made?

So when the lightning hits it stayed?

And so I recline staring up at the divine.

Smileds on my face but tears down my cheekis. Luahing uncontrollably.

I need the elctrictyity.

Something to spark my life. Something to to start me up again. LeIf its in a needel so be it. If its in a pill so be it. If its in a bottle so be it. Lightning in a bottle.

Electric currents in my veins,

I shoot it up, I feel the same. Good for a while, it makes me smile. But that’s all until I comome crashing down. Like the lightning from the sky when it hits the ground.

A crack a bank, I’m back again. Stuck in the world so bleak so drear. Holding on to the Rod cause I have no hope. Holding on to the lighning rod waiting for my charage. Holding on till God strikes me down. It’s been so long since I felt a rush. Its been so long since someone made me blush, mamake me scream made me laugh made mye cry. I think I’m almostjust about ready to die.

So strike me God! SAtirke me down! Wipe of my smile and make it a frown!

Whipe of am y smirk and make me shirk when yo you charge that lighning through my veins.
Dispell my body from this World, ins insane.

Stirk me Down God! I’m ready to return to hell oor heaven, or empty.

Stirke me down God I’ve enohad enough.

It’s not just that this world is tought; it s that I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of a life without a spark.

Hit me God, I need a charge.

Visa, Discoer, Mastercard.

Description
A Trip to the Bank: Applying for Credit in a Down Market

After the Spill

Into my veins it shoots. Electricity down the canal. My blood is fused with my sweet mood and sparks of life divine?
Or synthetic… where does the electricity come from? If it’s from the sky its of God,
but if its from a lightning rod, then is it man made?

When the lightning hits it stays…

And so I recline,
staring up at the divine.

A smile on my face but tears down my cheeks--Laughing uncontrollably.

I need the electricity.

Something to spark my life. Something to start me up again. If it’s in a needle, so be it. If it’s in a pill, so be it. If it’s in a bottle, so be it. Lightning in a bottle.

Electric currents in my veins, I shoot it up, I feel the same. Good for a while, it makes me smile. But that’s all until I come crashing down like the crashing DOW; like lightning in the sky before it hits the ground.

A prick a crack, I’m back again. Stuck in the world so bleak so dreary. Maybe I will so more clearly. Holding onto the Rod because I have no hope. Holding onto the lightning rod waiting for my charge.
Holding on till God strikes me down. It’s been so long since I felt a rush. It’s been so long since someone made me blush, made me scream made me laugh made me cry. I think I’m almost ready to die.

So strike me God! Strike me down! Wipe of my smile and make me frown!

Wipe of my smirk and make me shirk and charge that lightning through my veins!
Dispel my body from this World Insane!

Strike me down God! I’m ready to return to hell or heaven, or emptiness.

Strike me down God I’ve had enough.

It’s not just that this world is tough; it’s that I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of a life without a spark.

Hit me God, I need a charge.

Visa, Discover, or MasterCard.

Before the Spill
In my veins I shoot it. Elecrtricity down the canal. My blood is fused with my sweet mood and sparks of live divine? Or synthetic… where does the electiricyty come from? If its from the sky its God but itf its from a lightning riod that man made?

So when the lightning hits it stayed?

And so I recline staring up at the divine.

Smileds on my face but tears down my cheekis. Luahing uncontrollably.

I need the elctrictyity.

Something to spark my life. Something to to start me up again. LeIf its in a needel so be it. If its in a pill so be it. If its in a bottle so be it. Lightning in a bottle.

Electric currents in my veins,

I shoot it up, I feel the same. Good for a while, it makes me smile. But that’s all until I comome crashing down. Like the lightning from the sky when it hits the ground.

A crack a bank, I’m back again. Stuck in the world so bleak so drear. Holding on to the Rod cause I have no hope. Holding on to the lighning rod waiting for my charage. Holding on till God strikes me down. It’s been so long since I felt a rush. Its been so long since someone made me blush, mamake me scream made me laugh made mye cry. I think I’m almostjust about ready to die.

So strike me God! SAtirke me down! Wipe of my smile and make it a frown!

Whipe of am y smirk and make me shirk when yo you charge that lighning through my veins.
Dispell my body from this World, ins insane.

Stirk me Down God! I’m ready to return to hell oor heaven, or empty.

Stirke me down God I’ve enohad enough.

It’s not just that this world is tought; it s that I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of a life without a spark.

Hit me God, I need a charge.

Visa, Discoer, Mastercard.