?Better to be an open sinner, than a false saint, right?
I was raging on a skateboard still.
And I was 18, fixed in an eternal summer.
It is a fact, I killed braincells like it was my job.
I was red like cayenne pepper.
Back then, in the good ol' days of steel reserve and comfort,
I discovered myself- amidst the reign of hell.
I discovered I could smoke while huffing gas.
Indulged in my head, englightenment occured, over and over again.
I was ready to burst like a vein.
I consumed an eighth of psychedelic mushrooms
and painted pretty pictures from Dawn until the decline of the sun.
I was at the height of my rationality, lust and political idealogical development.
I do not lie, I was deeply infatuated with Marxism.
I longed to be a beatnik or a reclusive poet.
In those days, the cops were still after me- I swear it. I saw the lights.
Indeed, I was purely narcissistic.
I was not a woman yet, and revenge was an erotic sensation between my ears,
even then.
And that was a year ago.
The only thing that has changed is skin.
And I was 18, fixed in an eternal summer.
It is a fact, I killed braincells like it was my job.
I was red like cayenne pepper.
Back then, in the good ol' days of steel reserve and comfort,
I discovered myself- amidst the reign of hell.
I discovered I could smoke while huffing gas.
Indulged in my head, englightenment occured, over and over again.
I was ready to burst like a vein.
I consumed an eighth of psychedelic mushrooms
and painted pretty pictures from Dawn until the decline of the sun.
I was at the height of my rationality, lust and political idealogical development.
I do not lie, I was deeply infatuated with Marxism.
I longed to be a beatnik or a reclusive poet.
In those days, the cops were still after me- I swear it. I saw the lights.
Indeed, I was purely narcissistic.
I was not a woman yet, and revenge was an erotic sensation between my ears,
even then.
And that was a year ago.
The only thing that has changed is skin.