If I'm a fit guy
Down with fever
And my metabolism is eating my lungs
I'm smoking and drinking
Puking until I'm left with severed tongue
Cutting does do it
The smoking
And cauterized wound

The cutting doesn't cut it
I'm relying on a cheap pair sneakers
Expensive champagne and reeking of sweaty stench
******* and syringes of powder

The painless and suicidal people
In the profession of slavery
Fooling around with bouts of bravery
Ignoring a true saint from the past