The body of a junkie two seconds before the needle reaches

it's target. More! More! Whatever I get I need twice as much,

something that makes my heart explode... Anything. On weekends

I send sick photographs to the ladies in my residential

neighbourhood, that's my way of expressing something. The

bullet from your weapon, watch me explode. Closer, closer...

Now I'm staring at you. Two seconds... A lifetime.