Paint it black

Nicotine

Paint it black
Cannibals & kings take swings at death.
We fall in line and march in step.
The ones with forked tongues have placed their bets.
Their reliance on our silence marks the way that we will pay their debts.

It's invisible and it kills us slowly, day after day,
like the violence of a cigarette.

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