Between ropes all life, can't let up
Fight fiends with strife, fed up
Life feels like it's sped up
Drinking fluid only from red cups
Loud noise equals life strats
Keyboards, drums, strings and frets
People think they having fun and don't fret
Eating words from musicians, spoon fed
I've led this life and it feels trife
Reminiscing of time lost makes me reel and cry
When brains feel like they're deep fried
When the dream you worshiped, it seems lied.
Riding every morning
Hiding all the phoney
feelings when your roaming
You don't feel like going
But the drugs just keep on flowing
When women exist only for blowing
When lean red eyes are showing
The life you know is boring
So it's either live a husk of party life
Or a slow knife in your back as a part of hive.