I gotta buy a little dope,
A little soap, wrapped in hope.
Hunger pangs, they got no fangs.
Can’t suck blood!
Gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta eat.
Rent Monster’s here,
Driving me into paranoia.
Pushing me into fear,
My thoughts unclear.
I wonder.. Why such despair?
Why did I quit a paying fucking corporate affair?
Thought a lot, did bend a knee, had an epiphany.
Nik said, ‘It was all to find love, Masked behind a fair idea.
Creating ART is a pretext,
Don’t you wanna’ have all those females,
Who made you feel messed?
Nik, you just wanna take ’em to bed.
I requested for a week’s time.
The monster’s fire did lose it’s shine.
I turned around, and on the ground,
There she was my favourite female!
She shouted, ‘ Write something you loser, Good for nothing poser.
Wannabe, wanna see more, Go create something pure.
It’s all in the name of ART.’
Nik wrote a poem and said,
‘ This is a fucking mask, All you really wanna do is pour your drink in her silver flask.’
She read the poem and dropped the curtains…
And my eyes shone, my eyes shone.
Nik left the room, I was with her all alone.
Can I please hug you angel? In the name of love!
Nik was still shouting from somewhere,
She’s gonna destroy you emotionally, but it’s cool..
Isn’t it all in the name of ART?