The party started a long time ago, how long?? Everybody knows, nobody gives a fuck. We crashed it with hypodermic dirty dreams and the after party treats of hypnotic television, cross dressed nymphs and drugs.
Always drugs, kills for nothing types eyeing the tiny slick Redtaps, rolling bottle cases across the carpet. The music has subsided, speakers pointing to the floorboards. Love me and I will love you too.
Menzinone dripped in sugar water, RDA40 sipped from a gentlemen’s pipe by devilled faced free worlders.
And the king of them all, nicely tucked away in the dark fringes of the rooms and hallways in this sunken palace. It's soaking into the wall paper, the sweet vapour of ozone... junkies of all social classes plugged up, steamed inside an electromagnetic fuck... bonded with technology, twitching nodes attached to the temple, sitting in a grovel, attached to a socket, perfect.
