live "fast"-"die" young

     
     
     
    truthfully-I don't want to grow old; to some degree my "destiny" is something that I can "control";      
I want to feel ever so good, cloud 9-laidback in "partymode";      
     
       
  where's the fucking "good stuff"-that'll separate this body from my soul? I want to "feel" something- I want to "feel" something wonderful....   
     
     
out of body baby-this body's weighing me down; I want to live in it-the euphoria that is; my soul's yearning to blissfully fucking drown in it....      
 
   I want what's left of me-before this world tries to suck all of the rest out of me....  


a beautiful high-till it's time to "land the plane"; this is the point that i have reached now-all pleasure-hold the pain....