So I was going to say something in the description, but decided that the poem thingy was too beautiful to press the backspace on, so I'm just going to comment it XD. I pretty much just kind of had future bass in mind when I was making this... and well this is what happened.
tonight is a night
of celebration and worship
as we raise our glass
to the lucky ones
the ones six feet under
they never stopped
drinking the poison
that we abused so much
the night is long
but the fall isn't
the sky is endless
but the parking lot isn't
detroit, oh detroit
tell me where she is now
tell me before it's too late
to be one of the lucky ones
here in the city of white
in the city of detroit
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