iv'e seen the green, it was in my dream.
so 10 years down the line, i made it mine.
jack and jill dropped a pill and everthying was suddenly devine.
As it raced past my face i saw again this place that i wasted, or was i?
10 years down the line and i'm still fine.
popping for fun like bubbles in a bath i dissapear.
Now i'm here 10 years down the line and of life there is no sign, so i grimace as it burns my airways shifting to another state that i don't need to create.
This beast in my head is loose to do as it will, this feast is dead on a noose, am i really this ill?
