God it must be like
Dying
To be living on edge

Tip toeing
between whats real
And that gimme gimme ectasy day

Like breathing threw spandex
Just enough to
make you want more
oxygen

Never wanting
to hear
what anyone else had
to say

Besides the
music would be
too loud anyway

I wanna live that
way

but you know what they
say
Live Hard Die Fast