First I drank insecticide Followed by dirty and sugary foods Grown where the light was grey Later my thoughts were small and sharp
Moved to a ghost town for inspiration I could start where they'd given up Feed on the seed of the dreams people left Out to rot when the going got tough Cockroaches turn adversity to immunity There ain't a niche lower in the animal kingdom Or one with more longevity
Easier to deny what is real And what's solid and what you can see If you bulldoze the bankrupted buildings Failure's the dust that settles on the trees
Nothing beautiful lasts...