The High Life,

Verbal bullets, pointing toward a fleshy bridge.
Two eyes like rockets looking for some space control.
Feelings... oh do you think that you ever care?
Your massacre has grown deep inside the flesh.

My mind is on the green and my eyes are in the pain.
Your words sucked all my energy and now im falling for bankruptcy.
The cost is much better when you can afford to lose.
My head is burning and i feel like i am ten years older today.

I need a river so i can drown myself.
And take some pictures to remind you of the gain.
We look at the future like we were both inside.
The weather has changed and now im frozen thanks to your lies.

Every day seems like a nightmare only getting deeper in details.
I taste my tongue but is that enough to know,
That i am my own enemy and i fear this side of me.
The darkside of the high life is a gun peeling my skin.