I need get high
I need to feel something strong, something harsh, something beautiful
But that doesn’t exist anymore
The world ran out of that many years ago
Maybe I was late to the party
But everyone there were already dead
So what did I even miss?
Still, I wish I was one of the corpses in the pile
So intriguing to be dead, to be history
Now I have to live on, an create something new
That’s tough, lots of responsibility
How could I even manage?
I need help, I need something
I need to get high












