In visions of acid we saw through delusion. and brainbox pollution, we knew we were right. The streets were our oyster, we smoked urban poison. and we turned all this noise on, we knew how to fight.
In the back of my neck I can feel a strange sensation. Feels like I'm heading for the crisis of all creation. Only those with death wish understand my situation.
I've got the serum and I'm going to take it. All the way to Boston, oh I've got to get through. The going won't be easy, but I'm going to make it. It's the only thing that I'm cut out to do.