Looking around for something worthwile, so I pick up this pencil and begin to defile. There is nothing else that I could do, for it would've been done, ten times through. I guess what I'm saying is that I need something, to help gaze at the future and see what's coming. With life so random, you can die anyday, Is it any wonder why I sit here and stay? You "high-divers" dive from the rockiest cliffs then you crash into a never ending pit. Fuck all that shit, I'll be enjoying some spliffs.
