You don’t know you are stupid,
You don’t know you’re a fool,
You don’t know you are cracked,
You think you’re in the groove.
There’s nothing that you can do,
And do you want to know
That everything you see or hear
Will vanish somewhat slow?
And your dreams of a normal life,
They will never come true.
They’re just hallucinations
Lately tormenting you.
The children of your sore mind,
They mean that soon you’ll die.
Narcotics are your killers.
You don’t know I don’t lie.
February ‘96, 30.03.97
20. You Don t Know
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