I hear them calling me.
I see them chasing me.
Im trying to stall them
To hasten their stampede.
This don't always work for me
and sometimes it gets to much you see.
But i keep my head down
feet planted firmly on the ground.
I hear their sounds.
I smile, shake hands and fuck them off.
I piss them off and it gets me off.
The good times we're facing
The way my heart is decaying.

Still chasing, still running
its funny.
Days are dark, the nights are sunny.
I dream of money, spend lavishly
on a girl who smiles so happily.
Its all fake on my part
But they dont know that,its an art.
Can't be taught, can always be fought.
The way I hide my sadness causes slaughters
and me so much stress.
I drink to forget.
The barricades up.
I couldnt give a fuck.