Thursday, we drink and play Friday, we party and blaze, Saturday, we get fucked up on chemicals and wine, Sunday to Wednesday, Mary Jane cures the pain. Stuck in a chemical vacation, running from a sober frustration, Missing the train on salvation, We cure our minds with powder and self-proclaimed lies, We live in a temporary paradise. All I see in the colors, all I see in the colors is the end of me, But we keep on running to the cliff, We keep on jumping off the edge, We keep on falling, then we do it all again. We are stuck in a chemical vacation, we get lost in haze, You find us in the same place, with the same shirt unphased, Calling for the supersonic candy man, the one that always understands. Cursed, forgotten, and alive, We got time to get lost and hide, With the screams from the passing cars, We kill the stars, floating on the brink of extinction, With poison in our blood, we’re waiting for Noah’s flood. Empty bottles, broken glass, No words of wisdom, just memories from the past, Mesmerized by guilty addiction, Stealing my own happiness, Whisper in silence for the cleanser’s salvation. Escaping the chemical vacation. Should I eat the bullet, will the hunger get satisfaction? Should I cry in the rain? Should I eat the pain? Should I play your game? Should I fly home from the chemical vacation? Should I kill the addiction?
