1996 (Trainspotting)

Crystals shine beneath my feet Jump right through them Broke my knees The pedals of my brain are going in short circuit The petals of my face are burning down Paper cut on the fingers of my friend Beside him to catch his breath The blood on the ceiling i can see it And my eyes can go fourth and back Vanilla perfume on my skin and Through my lungs or veins It will end in the same way In the palm of my hands There are signs Like a pen Wrote on them And the bleach in my veins Will be soon, very soon in my head