Let me tell you a story about a backfired rocketship
Some trees just can't bloom if the seed of potential never splits
Some trees just can't bloom
They never will
Born to a life of a briught future with every chance to excel
Instead he took this f**ing chances with the cheapest goddamn thrills
He'd do anything, he'd take anything for a moment's satisfaction
Sweet seconds of pleasure could never measure to a lifetime of addiction
In the dark night, he tries to remember a future once so bright
"It won't happen to me, it won't happen to me, it won't happen to me"
Thats what they always f**ing say
The man who thinks he's above misery, hurt and harm and pain is the man who lives his life tightly bound as a slave in chains of a neverending abyss, of an artificial bliss
And he lives just like a slave for giving his life away for nothing