There once lived a life never admired or liked, a lackluster exception under these emerald city lights. Locked in a lucid battle, left to defend and fight, in defense of a once honorable but now very laughable right. Blinded by the glamour and the dazzling city heights, the audacity of ambition birthed a dazzling city might.
As tipsy reflections turn into drunk recollections, an apparently troubling lesson stands at a mass intersection. So why offend God and all his sensitivities and why pretend not to sense this nonsense? I am committed to a sober slumber before the fat lady sings and concede to sell my soullessness to end this drama from within.
That thing that made us cry and laugh and deny the fact that our lives are a poorly scripted act. Hop on a time machine to a period more simple and basic, when flavor flav was actually just cautious not to miss the bus. Clench a souvenir from a country that no longer exists, validating extinct rituals to be absolutely amiss. So if a man and his comrade lost sight of half the night, please excuse the audacious bright of these emerald city lights.