shock. the night air gives me a slap in the face as i meet it. walking, running, making my way past bodies in the street. i've come to an establishment. this place gives me chills; i dont believe in the posters, the blaring collection of atoms showing me what could be called un partido de football.
one, two, three shots. cold beer and a cigarette. im on my way, weaving, bobbing. its a boxing match with the oncoming vehicles.
im hit; the alcohol has entered my veins. it overwhelms my senses... why shouldn't i love it all? night sky, tell me i'm fine. unlock your secrets; i've earned it. haven't i?
giving you a glance... scared to move. i'lll fall for anyone wearing floral and tights.
im gripping this bench, losing blood. cause i cant trust gravity; what is there to trust? this city will **** me. each lit second takes a moment from my life. im digusted... one more drag and never again. it falls to the ground, burning in anger.
what a hypocrite! my conscience screams as i reach for the lighter.
safe? don't tease me. the music i bring along prods me; i must go on. i jump at every noise... could it be my end? such violence in the tread of your feet, i dont trust a single move.
where's the street? please, please, speak my language. no. why ask? i'll give you a bit of death... you shouldn't ask.