When the night turns into days and days hunt you down. When you swimming through dusk of faces. White and black, skinny or chubby - all shit faced. When midnight lamps line up into an endless road, space and time shifts twisting your brain, playing with the body. Dimensions are shifting. Emotions are speeding. Bleeding crimson all around. Round, round, round … circling... Losing control of yourself …
Bed then floor … on top of some girl. Screams, up and down, up and down … Lots of sweat. Time ticks slower and slower. Stop.
Dark and cold. Lonely. Bottle on the left, soul on the right. Another day ahead. Must wake up, put your shit together, look good. Must, must, must … until the end...