Pale face get up. | |
Hollow eyes get up. | |
You've got a secret for me, you're out running your age. | |
It's in your hand: neat pack of euphoria. | |
It's devastating and you're pleased. | |
Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence. | |
How do you stumble like you do? | |
I wish I understood myself, as well as you do. | |
Got to get up. | |
All day you've got to stay up, when will you get off? |