Caustic Soda The Art Of Caring
I look around this smoke filled enclosure I don't see
much. A few pretty faces, a glass of Victorias finest, a
masquerade party (theres a girl here in red pyjamas) and
theres one or two that either look confusing to me.
Trying not to look like they dont belong to anyone or
anything. They don't belong to anyone. One big pot of
steaming sameness. One gets the feeling that the air
hasnt moved here in years. Forget you. Forget me. She
thinks that this is really boring. I feel like that most
of the time but theres something deeper that drives me to
keep trying. One day youll hate it and then another
you'll turn around and try and make it seem more
satisfying than it was before. Something to rise you up
and out of it.
