I need no reason
To drift amidst stupors
Like ocean breezes
In heretic manuevars,
I inhale a strange contentment,
And exhale daily abuse,
You folks drink to a toast,
I’m a breathing excuse.
I need no reason
To drift amidst stupors
Like ocean breezes
In heretic manuevars,
I inhale a strange contentment,
And exhale daily abuse,
You folks drink to a toast,
I’m a breathing excuse.