“I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me”
This is how life works…
First You’re Born,
You age and go through pain,
You grow old and die,
Nothing more to it.
Bebop and Techno,
All night Jam Sessions,
Spike the Fruit punch,
Try Playing till your fingers bleed,
It’s harder than it sounds.
(And it sounds pretty hard)
Strange days for strange people,
Locked in a mental prison with no bail,
We’re left to rot in urban/suburban waste lands,
With no chance of Parole.
Every Second a year and every year an eternity,
Stuck in a rut of eternal nothingness,
My life flashes by in a black and white short film,
(And my actor looks nothing like me)