It’s funny how some crave it
Curse the sky and pray for it
While our family suffers from it.
Suffering in silence while they wait in lines to get high.
You want high?
You want that feeling of invincibility?
How about the crash afterwards?
The debilitating depression that is sure to follow?
You want what we have?
Well go ahead and take it
Because we’re sick of this floating lying, never gonna dying, tether less boundless world.
Because after the freedom comes the bonds
And trust me they’re like iron.