HIGH ON A LOW.

..thoughts of a no one,

HIGH ON A LOW.
sneak

It's bitch eat bitch on a Friday night.
The DJ's in drag and the music's shyte.
The beer's flat and my hopes are high.
I want to meet god before I die.
A multitude of questions roam my mind.
I've perfect vision but still I'm blind.
Blind to the beauty I'm told exists.
From cigarette burns to tattooed fists.
From cum to nun, all hell is here.
Alcohol, sweat and lithium tear.
As high as jesus on an ego trip.
Shadows dance as orbits slip.
September eleven, two thousand and one.
Six, six, six - Two towers - None.
Voices on static fed into homes.
Samaritans hang-up their cellular phones.
Anticipation and feelings of dread.
A stash of bored housewives under my bed.
And we don't need idols, we just need code.
Mandy from Manchester helps me explode.
Bred for destruction we're top of the class.
We act on suggestion and feed on your cash.
Cash that we'll piss up the nearest brick wall.
So much to hate, yet we say fuck all.
As flat as the lager that swims down my throat.
Democracy rules but nobody votes.
Thoughts of a no one high on a low.
I've so many secrets that you'll never know.
A cause for concern in a mind full of trash.
Lunatic nerves on a fake mercy dash.
Hunting the culprit that's ruling this freak.
You bite my tongue in order to speak.
Kissing with lips that taste of the dead.
I spike your drink and rewire your head.
Destined to die. This much I hold true.
We drink to forget, yet seldom I do...

Sneak.