Cling to it. Feel it. Savor it. Pure adrenaline. Heavens above, see me obtain it
A job well done. The exciting part is to come. Can not wait. Gimme gimme now
This is everything but a drug. Do not mix them. My body, too much too little to fit
A feeling holier than thou
Everyone has a dose inside of them waiting to react
We produce it, we consume it. Augmenting it by done deed
The world's problems are linked to it. They reduce as our heads are cracked
The power we bleed. The tool we need
No guts no glory. A bit of good and a bit of bad. Anything goes to fulfill the needs
Poor or wealthy, resources are dammed in the face of it
The path to get into my brain. Wherever it leads
Whenever, whoever, wherever. Hypocrite, hypocrite, hypocrite
Worker bees. Not stopping until we die
So much that needs to be done. So little of it to give
All mine. I will do what they do better and rob them dry
So many opportunities to excel at my job, to relive
So much of it flows. So little to hoar
In the streets, revolutionaries change the world. I, a copycat
I can not function without it anymore
Like a light to a black hole. R A D to a rat
ČTEŠ
Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
