Severely Flawed
they tell you that these dreams are not just dreams
thus confirming the extent of our depression
and the sole intention...
All my dreams are truly wicked
if I cannot destroy it I have to defeat it
the high road obscured in the blink of an eye
as I pour myself another drink...
I've been chasing the dragon for such a long, long time...
I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all my rhymes
All my wicked deeds are but suppressed needs...
my vile endeavour is grace under pressure
I pour myself another drink
and close my eyes...
I've been chasing the dragon for such a long, long time...
I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all my rhymes
if you' chase the dragon with me, we'll be soaring through a fucking vacuum
we'll have a blast, we'll laugh and glow
it'll be a woo ho-ho with vast amounts of blow