The urge to be free of the common troubles
Forced to leave the blessed haven
But the reward is great
Feeling the cold wind of the end of the slumber
The liquid completes us
Helps us releasing the pressure
And with the support of a wise man
Providing us some relieving smoke
It's time to hijack a bar
Revered as local desperados
Glad we're too high to notice
The ineffable atmosphere that surrounds us
Brainless marvelous creatures
Aimlessly wandering with losers
Desperately trying to fill their emptiness
