I constantly maul over life's fragility
and contemplate the soul's infinity
I'm broken hearted at lyrics written by troubled musicians
and am a slave to my own superstitions
I’m in love with the feeling of pure bliss
The only time and place where I may find complete happiness
Free from all my self loathing and delusions
not consumed by my thoughts or irrational conclusions
hand me a pill or a sip of white liquor
let my worries and doubts flicker
Though the pain may arise again with the sun
in the moonlight, let the toxins in my veins run