Pale face get up.
Hollow eyes get up.
You?e got a secret for me,
you?e out running your age.
It? in your hand: neat pack of euphoria.
It? devastating and you?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?e got to stay up,
when will you get off?
