There isn't a cure for the common cold, like the common heartache that pushes at our ventricles like an unstoppable rebel force. A simple song comes on with vague and flaccid lyrics and you're drenched with emotion - a child could have written it but it pulls at every violin string of your gut. They're two in the same, you're living but weakened.
Gypsy singer, witching speaker, tell me how to live in this beast. The world it keeps on spinning and and I'm hanging on its axis - which way is north..if I am always falling down?
The drinks never end and the drugs are superfluous. We hate them til we love them and the party never dies..until we do. Tip toeing on the diving board a meter from the water, can it keep us cool? After all we are cool aren't we? Bring me to the blue part, dip me in the pretentious glass sea. I want to feel weightlessness... chlorine dripping from my pours. I've got 20 tons of pressure pushing me down but my pussy foot wont let me slip from the edge.
The streets are empty with a virus that cannot sleep, the public cannot cope and McDonalds is closing doors. Cycle lanes are empty and Im careening through the universe its axis on a tilt, I'm guiltless and free like the dopamine dreams. Catch me if you can DiCaprio, I ran a red light with a green walk sign and an old lady winks while a parachute by...bye grandma. But in this environment where everyone feels stuck, trapped, like Stockholm syndrome, Im buzzing like a bee, Muhammad Lee. The streets are empty with a virus that cannot sleep, I forget to signal right and Im hit by an empty TFL bus running a red light. At least the virus wont spread.
