Pale face get up. Hollow eyes get up. You磛e got a secret for me, you磖e out running your age. It磗 in your hand: neat pack of euphoria. It磗 devastating and you磖e pleased. Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence. How do you stumble like you do? I wish I understood myself, as well as you do. Got to get up. All day you磛e got to stay up, when will you get off?