Severely Flawed

All good books have one thing in common

they tell you that these dreams are not just dreams

thus confirming the extent of our depression

and the sole intention...

All my dreams are truly wicked

if I cannot destroy it I have to defeat it

the high road obscured in the blink of an eye

as I pour myself another drink...

I've been chasing the dragon for such a long, long

time...

I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all

my rhymes

All my wicked deeds are but suppressed needs...

my vile endeavour is grace under pressure

I pour myself another drink

and close my eyes...

I've been chasing the dragon for such a long, long

time...

I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all

my rhymes

if you' chase the dragon with me, we'll be soaring

through a fucking vacuum

we'll have a blast, we'll laugh and glow

it'll be a woo ho-ho with vast amounts of blow