Drugs are the reason we exist.
Drape another ring around,
And wear out all my clothes.

What do they grow around,
Rings? And they will be forgotten.
And so drugs are the reason we exist,
Selfish.

//

I am ready for the next year
I'll wear the outfit well
And act in such a way
That we'll believe we're not in hell
And do I look ridiculous
Exposed on every side?
It's something I can fix, and it is
Nothing I can hide.

But every fix has consequences.
All of us will die.
With one way to fix consciousness
And never tell a lie.