You're dreaming away, wasting away  sitting pretty on clouds lined with silver  your veins are rich, your wallet is poor  face down on the floor  colored pills and hospital beds  vultures come to swarm overhead  white washed walls darker than skin  the smell of death is the only thing keeping you alive  the needle still isn't the cure for your ailing heart  cardiac arrest is followed by a flatline  disconnect this love from within your veins  everyone knows how the story goes  silver lining is a dull grey up close