This little electronic corner of the world
We write about perms and fades and smoking J's
Instead of vision and living and learning faith
Creating something to remember takes a backseat to taking drugs to forget your failed attempts
   And in contempt you tell yourself you'll try harder
                   Get smarter
      And either die a martyr
    Or retire the father of a son or a daughter who will live on and alter the empire you built or the entire world which we live
           But you acknowledge none of this will happen if you don't try

And then you get high
And do exactly that

     And pass the time between coming down and lighting up by writing about perms and fades and smoking J's