Wed
Apr
8
Time To Pretend
I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life. Let’s make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
(…)This is our decision to live fast and die young, we’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun. Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mother and our friends, we were fated to pretend, to pretend.
(…)But there is really nothing, nothing we can do. Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
(…)We’ll choke on our vomits and that will be the end, we were fated to pretend.
To pretend.
Future
