Everybodys Heroine

Arcane polymorphic, psychotropic, myopic, and so satisfied. Just give me the god damned fucking heroine, just give me my god, and my money, the lie, isn't of my creation. I just use it to dull the sharp edges of life. I just do it, I'm trading a little time, take these risks, so I can feel, without any reason, that everything is fine. Who are you to judge my simple device? You can't see as deep as you pretend to be looking, or you'd know that these are your eyes. You'd accept that you succumb to the very disguise, I couldn't care less about... about you. Isn't that the truth of the day, isn't that the way, you want to feel about me? Please don't save me, hate me, but do it somewhere away, in the frays, where I can't feel you. I won't steal your illusion, I won't tell you how lame, your deepest convictions, of life are. Mine are the same. But I see it plain, And I don't care who your father was, don't care to know your name. I'm not some bratty bitch.... would not recognize it anyway. I'm the last Rockefeller, and the only one out of the game. You're within the pale, but you know as well, we share the same air, you're ashamed, to be human. Pretend, there is goodness, sentimental things, overwhealm, your unenlightened brain. Knowledge, is infinite sorrow. I wish I were you... so I could walk away. Our Heroine is different, but it does the same thing. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 05:18 AM PST, Neurosine    0 • 10