There is always a song stuck in my head, it helps when the world collapses around you. I've woken to a morning moon these past few days, they spotlight the hazel in my eyes. The sun's red eyes are obsolete in a night like this when drugs take over. The sinking skies convey our trip into the dawn of a dark paradox. These walls are talking in their sleep, they're breathing the pigment from my skin. The ground is turning liquid, I've lost all touch with reality. Our committed crimes leave permament gaps in our future... the high dies, and now we must suffer the consequences.