I constantly maul over life's fragility
                               and contemplate the soul's infinity

I'm broken hearted at lyrics written by troubled musicians
                                                and am a slave to my own superstitions

I’m in love with the feeling of pure bliss
            The only time and place where I may find complete happiness

Free from all my self loathing and delusions
                       not consumed by my thoughts or irrational conclusions

hand me a pill or a sip of white liquor
                              let my worries and doubts flicker

Though the pain may arise again with the sun
                             in the moonlight, let the toxins in my veins run