Turn up, turn up! We have to be numb, because we fear the feeling of a clear mind.
We hate our jobs, so we hit the bottle as soon as we get home. We fill our mind with pointless information in front of the tube.
Life is so hard. I need to smoke this joint to make it through the day!
We have given substances power over our being, and wonder why depression creeps in!
He broke my heart, so I hate all men! He broke my heart, so I have meaningless sex with countless men!
I loved this girl, and she left me be. All women are whores, and are useless to me!
What is a dream? It cannot be this life as zombies! Wake up. Work. Numb ourselves so we can sleep. Pop those pills, so we can cope with pain that another flawed being caused! Numb ourselves so we can just be! It is perfectly fine to do things socially, but there is an issue when substances and sex control you physically and emotionally! Wake up, wake up! You have purpose. An inanimate object can defeat you? You are the most beautiful creation in the world! A human life. I write these words for you, and also for me. Claim depression, and it will be. The line straight to defeat, is based upon belief.
No more zombie land in a land with so much promise.
No more hitting of the snooze button, and wondering why life has passed us by.