MORPHINE E

The rain drills against the glass like a clock And the landscape outside the window blurs I sing about my destiny without memorizing Every fall of mine will become a new sail The world says, Don't be strange But I shout back, erasing the restrictions I won't die ordinary— My mark will remain when I'm gone More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine Every fall of mine will become a new sail My credo is to be wrong People tell me that not right And I tell them Fuck you More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine More more more Morphine Morphine