Ever feel like feelin like your head is spinnin?
Like the air and the possibility of winnin is thinnin?
And you regret the past bet of your new beginnin?
Till you’ve stained black the chains that hold down your soul’s linen?
Or did you fake that last take of polarized sight,
Just sayin life’s dark when you know that it’s light?
Reducing abuse – cling to things you use right –
Unreal fun – steal one and heal radical plight.