All highs become low eventually - Your art no longer
depicts reality! Gravity alone won't keep your feeble
head below the clouds or under control! The liquid is now
aware of all you pains; The powder is now accustom to
every dent in your ego! Are you afraid too? Drown your
sorrows - Escape tomorrow - Drown yourself - Choke your
grotty f*cking self! All nights become day inevitably -
Your heart no longer accept sobriety - Your heart no
longer respects life! All highs become low in the end!
Whilst lying on your death bed, will anyone weep? Sitting
by your death bed - They won't f*cking weep. What goes up
often fights coming down - Are you afraid now?