Thugs Drugs and Paranoia

So here I am.

Life going down the drain.
Whisked away by a hurricane.
Of chemicals boiling in my veins.
Its me and bunch of bottles.
Empty, used up, burnt out.
Just like me.

I can barely see.

Much less talk.
Much less walk,
My buzzing body home.
So I guess I'll lay here on the floor for another minute.

That's it, that's the Spirit.
Though Spirits did this to me.
I dont even know anymore.
Why I changed, or who I wanted to be.

Aloof Antares

Why are we fighting?
Lying?
Trying?
Dying for something we know we cant have?

Why are we fighting?
Grasping?
Thrashing?
Gripping?
Stripping ourselves down to feel all right?

We shut off oursleves to get through the day, man are we dense.
Trying to fake a kind of common sense.
Deluding ourselves in inventive new ways.
Believing that tommorow is just another day.
We are all kinds of fucked, what else can I say?

Tell yourself its all right, so you can sleep tonight.
Tell yourself its all right, so I can turn off the light.

The Nirvana we never had.
Dominion of Mab.
Lets enter the world of dreams.
I decided to join the land of Faeries.
I assumed the mantle of Aloof Antares.

Thats why I'm fine, this time.
Because there is no line.
No edge to go over.
Only a current stream of life.
Carrying my ship out and away to far off dreams.
Where things are odd, because they are what they seem.
Its interesting, and with absolute truth.
Its a good place for the Aloof.

A child's imagination.
A man's station.
And if its too much for he.
One can simply flee.
Take a trip and visit the faeries.
And don the mantle Aloof Antares.

Allow me to share my dream with you.