My heart is pounding and I feel strange.

Nothing is meant to be understood. Absolutely nothing.

It's just life that passes you by in flashing neon signs and swirls of smoke.

There's just the edge of sharp knife around the corner, the sickening smell of perfume that pollutes the air.

Lose yourself in the madness, breathe in deep the insanity that surrounds you and takes over your mind.

Laugh in the face of death; it lost its value a long time ago.