Pale face get up.
Hollow eyes get up.
YouзЈ›e got a secret for me,
youзЈ–e out running your age.
ItзЈ— in your hand: neat pack of euphoria.
ItзЈ— devastating and youзЈ–e pleased.
Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence.
How do you stumble like you do?
I wish I understood myself, as well as you do.
Got to get up.
All day youзЈ›e got to stay up,
when will you get off?
