Imaginary high.

Oleh / By: Iki.Ali

No one wants me.
No one cares about me.
The world is all wrong on me.
It's killing me.

But I don't do suicide.
Or slowly kill myself.
What fun is there in life when you try to die?

Go to the other side is the key.
It's much cooler that way, you see.

Cigarettes look cool and all, I admit.
But inhaling it probably feels like shit.
'Cause I can't stand even the smell of it.

Pretend to light, pretend to smoke.
Let imagination rot you.
Let imagination gets you high.
Make you fly in your own sky.
To get away from reality without asking why.

You see, it's your head that gets you high.
Objects like blunt... that shit's just dry.

Go ahead, try.

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