If I had a life, I'd be living
If I had a girlfriend, I'd be kissing and hugging and fucking and making her happy
If I had money, I'd be spending
If I had desire, I'd be doing all these things
But what is, is
There is no life in this city, just a stifling long painful death
There are no girls in this city, just dope-fiend whores
There is no money without humiliating slavery, and it is spent on thin air and immaterial concepts
And this city has killed my desire
There is no escape
Without Money
Without Love
Without Life
And without these, desire is ineffective
It is enough not to kill me, but to make me sick
What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger...