It's The Pits

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Jack Gates
Jack Gates
98 Followers

Its The Pits.

Down, down, we're going down,
the brakes are off, no control.
Down, down, we're hurtling down,
like a barrel, we are on the roll.
Down, down, we're spinning down,
the reins have snapped, we've got our head.
Down, down, we're bolting down,
we are on a slope, it's madness inbred.
Down, down, we're tumbling down,
futures bleak, there is no benefit.
Down, down, we're pitching down,
headlong, there's no bottom to the pit.
Down,
          down,
                    down,
                              down,
                                        down,
                                                  down.

Jack Gates.

Jack Gates
Jack Gates
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