All highs become low eventually Your art no longer depicts reality! Gravity alone won't keep your feeble head below the clouds or under control! The liquid is now aware of all you pains; The powder is now accustom to every dent in your ego! Are you afraid too? Drown your sorrows Escape tomorrow Drown yourself Choke your grotty fucking self! All nights become day inevitably Your heart no longer accept sobriety Your heart no longer respects life! All highs become low in the end! Whilst lying on your death bed, will anyone weep? Sitting by your death bed They won't fucking weep. What goes up often fights coming down Are you afraid now?