Pale face get up.

Hollow eyes get up.

You?e got a secret for me,

you?e out running your age.

It? in your hand: neat pack of euphoria.

It? devastating and you?e pleased.

Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence.

How do you stumble like you do?

I wish I understood myself, as well as you do.

Got to get up.

All day you?e got to stay up,

when will you get off?