Addiction.

Let's smoke until we die young
Let our lungs burn in the smoke of destruction
Let our kidneys be hard as stone
getting drunk in alcoholic ambition.
Let us take drugs till we become weary to death
And look for syringes with needles, with means of injections.
Let us sniff the white dust
With our brains damaged in wild suffocation.

For what's the purpose of living without life? I rather live and die in pure shame.

Believe me there's a hope for a better life. One with joy, deleting all pain.

It's tragic when the awkward addiction gets the best of you.
When you're the perfection of the masters creation in love.
There's a whole new life ahead of you.
One with beauty, and peace, in a meaningful world.