The streets were suffocated with smog,
which invaded and claimed every shady corner,
much like the arrogant hipsters, their blood vessels throbbing with
adrenaline. Boosted by
sex and ultraviolence,
dissolved with twisted ideas of happiness and peace,
cocaine in their veins, poison in their lungs,
they're out to change the world.

Those pretty little apartments we all dream of,
have their own little ugly fables to tell.
The walls have seen nasty brawls,
bleeding mouths and jaws, petty squabbles over money, women
and ego.
Spoons full of sugar, tea and toast, cake and marmalade do not
make a household,
Floors sprawled with skirts discarded in lust and violence,
Unseen blood splatters, pieces of a broken heart..
Fragments of a meaningless existence.

Look at the world.
Cheating, lies and manipulation are the new garments we wear,
Flesh and masks mingle, broken souls.. who are you?
Who do you want to be?
And
Who do you have to be?
Mortal hunger and howls are more terrifying than that of beasts,
We are free.
Oh, is that so?
Cannibalism is a criminal offence, they say
But nobody talks about how we feed on
fears, doubts, feelings and insecurities of other people.
How suicide is cowardly -
But those people who actually pulled the trigger aren't.
Oh, we love illusions, dont we?
We are free.