Pale face get up.

Hollow eyes get up.

You磛e got a secret for me,

you磖e out running your age.

It磗 in your hand: neat pack of euphoria.

It磗 devastating and you磖e pleased.

Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence.

How do you stumble like you do?

I wish I understood myself, as well as you do.

Got to get up.

All day you磛e got to stay up,

when will you get off?