Pink Cream 69

intoxication, running through this veins
he feels cold, is he insane?
deep in his brain the knows it all
but can't explain
running on empty, almost out of bread
giving all that he's got, taking all he can get
feels the end is near as the foreign dreamlands disappear
now he's back again, blind with open eyes
still alive, still alive
leaving once again, can he still deny
he's still alive, still alive
wish you could see him as he slowly dies
to the shame and pain
we close our eyes and pass by