You pretend to care while I try to tell my friend there is no more time to waste.
That life starts and ends with a fight that there is no way around.
The beauty is in the passion not the form.
They don’t come with an instruction book.
But they sure as hell can be assembled in the wrong way.
Just look at the kid down the street with gangrene and syphilis.
The way he looks and smells like defeat.
We all need a place to call hell.