this artificial happiness just isn't cutting it anymore.
you drink, swallow and smoke and hope everything that happens afterwards is a blessing from a god. but it's just a way of singing hymns to satan.
all you want is something pure: one clean day, the joy of hearing the ones you care for, the ability of believe in love again.
i'm out for the count.
you drink, swallow and smoke and hope everything that happens afterwards is a blessing from a god. but it's just a way of singing hymns to satan.
all you want is something pure: one clean day, the joy of hearing the ones you care for, the ability of believe in love again.
i'm out for the count.