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Grange park party...

"Yeah, turn the mic up... let the beat knock"...

"just another Blackpool party, with U F O vapes"

Speedballin', freefallin', vision's pixelated and crawlin',

My phone's buzzin', I ain't callin', I'm too busy installin'.

This chemical cocktail, a plot that never fails,

Supersonic on the brain rails, leavin' nothin' but vapor trails.

Gin and tonic, mixed with psycho-chronic, it's iconic,

The way the room spins like a broken vinyl on a Panasonic,

Lost in a daze, a kinda happy haze through a purple maze,

My memory's a flipbook with half the pages erased, stuck in a phase.

This ain't your summer days, this is Blackpool on a winter night,

The Pleasure Beach is closed but the pleasure's here and shinin' bright.

Underneath the strobe light, my pupils are the size of dimes,

Committin' pharmaceutical crimes a thousand separate times.

This smokin' daze got the air thick as a brick wall,

My train of thought's derailed and the conductor just quit, y'all.

Poppin' pills like they're Tic Tacs, this ain't a diss track,

It's a factual mission statement from a maniac who can't backtrack.

Hit the Grange Park party, U F O vapes a case study,

Of how to turn a semi-detached house into a bloodbath, buddy.

Whole crew's here, atmosphere is gettin' muddy,

Then a of couple clowns with frowns start actin' nutty, thinkin' they can shove me.

Face-paint posers, Cirque du So-Lame jokers,

Thinkin' they're hard 'cause they brought a couple extra-loud subwoofers.

I see red through the smoke screen, a violent, vivid routine,

You picked the wrong funhouse to try and intervene.

This ain't a circus act, homie, this is a combat zone,

I'll slap the goofy grin off your chin 'til you're bleedin' monochrome.

Fighting with clowns, put 'em down, this is my playground,

They're makin' balloon animals, I'm makin' a body count on this ground.

Adrenaline's a part of the prescription, a violent addiction,

The world's a funhouse mirror, a warped, twisted depiction.

The sonic boom is the beat drop, the daze is the new treetop,

Lookin' down on the chaos, prayin' the feelin' never stops.

The red nose is leakin', smeared across the cheap linoleum,
Half the room is freakin', the other half is peakin', high on pandemonium.
I'm the main attraction, the centre of the action, a chemical reaction,
A morbid satisfaction from this fatal fraction of a transaction.

The Golden Mile's a million miles away from all this bile,

This ain't a postcard lifestyle, it's a criminal profile, filed under hostile.

The bassline's a flatline, a rhythm for the hate crime I just committed,

But in this state of mind, I'm feelin' liberated, acquitted.

A girl in the corner's cryin', mascara's runnin' like a Jackson Pollock,

Her boyfriend's lyin' static, lookin' catatonic, purely symbolic.

Of a night gone south, a word-of-mouth tale that'll get embellished,

How the quiet kid with the nervous twitch turned savage, un-relished.

Hear the siren's song? A faint and distant whisper, gettin' stronger,

Time is movin' wrong, the night feels so much longer, like a debt I can't dishonor.

The euphoria's decayin', a bitter aftertaste, the promises are frayin',

What am I even sayin'? My sanity's betrayin' me, the memories are grayin'.