You see that pack of 'smoking kills' on the end of the piano? all you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. you will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur; the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, is a lie.
your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little soldiers of death and in fact trying to kill you and that, is the truth.
oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and i'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren.
that that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet.
that is why you and i love the drugs and that is also why i cannot give that painting back. now please, pass me a light.
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¿Ves ese paquete de 'fumar mata' que hay sobre el piano? todo lo que hay que saber de la vida esta entre esas 4 paredes.
veras que a una de tus personalidades le seducen los delirios de grandeza; un paquete dorado de cigarrillos largos con una insignia regia, una atractiva insinuacion de glamour y riqueza, una sutil sugerencia de que los cigarrillos son tus reales y leales amigos, y eso, es falso.
tu otra personalidad intenta que te centres en la otra cara de la moneda, en la aburrida negrita y sobre un fondo blanco aparece la afirmacion de que esos firmes soldaditos de la muerte en realidad quieren matarte, y esa, es la verdad.
la belleza seductora llama a la muerte, y yo soy adicto a su cautivador canto de sirena. lo que al principio es dulce, al final es amargo, y lo que es amargo al final, es dulce.
esa es la razon de que tu y yo adoremos las drogas, ahora por favor dame fuego.
