What do we live off, where does [bad word] from, when would it be done now? What will this cause now, how can I make it? What will it take from me? Where will I end up? How the [bad word] can I see? Is there a single matter for excuse, is there a moment we can choose? Is there anybody giving me proof? Lifelines, hard times, wrinkles on eye lines. Too tired to get up, first words covered in coffee mug, I fumble for smokes, first breath is dull from smoke, first thought is a matter: ” will this day be any better?” I have a lifetime to let myself down, a year full of sighing, a day full of crying. Can you tell me, are we loose? What we will choose? Train rides, waiting lines, stuck in the real life. Too shy to decent, no guts to make this end. Stick in the mud, well I`m losing my blood with this question to ask: Are we [bad word] to avoid harm? Night life, happy eyes, distraction to waste time. Bottles of spirit, powder in lines, pills to project ” this moment is mine!” And when I`m in shambles back home [bad word] to my mind: We’re dying , we’re dying, we’re dying, we die! Are we dying, are we dying to stay alive?