Purple glooming shadows
in the ****** dimension
****** thinks he's livin
as he dies
He rides the highways down his arms
and the back roads down his legs
Ain't no place that he ain't been
That ain't an interstate.
So many points of interest
floating in his veins
And 'though his fire burns inside
He's nodding anyway.
And the purple glooming shadows
Own the colours of his soul
Nothin' else seems near as bright
As a needle hole, full of life
Dyin'
******'s dyin'
Forgot what he's livin' for
Do anything for one more point
Sell his *** in the night
**** his soul
for just the sight
Of another purple dream

in foolish gold

Roosty