You know those times Those times when you wake up and every breath feels like speed Every blink gets you higher And every sniff feels like euphoria A flicker of shadow looks like a rainbow And the smell of dog **** could be bottled and worn And you'd happily be an ambassador So much so that you contemplate getting naked in the cold Relinquishing the truth that your tackle would be non-existent Because you couldnβt give a ****, freedom ain't malignant And donβt need to be Coz days like these When in the face of rage you feel the breeze And you stay dry in the rain Beaming a smile that doesnβt wain Inside screaming out Little ticket tout My lady soul Sheβs on fire.