You Can't Stop

Screech out of earphones, out of the boombox, with the momentum of rock, rough street edges in each of your steps. You won't be made to forget. Hearing strings of an orchestral swamp, rhythms with each of your stomps, you are so high; your ears start to pop, going until you can't stop

You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop

You won't feel. You won't heal. You won't deal with the real, getting high, not asking why. You won't step out of line; it's a sign of the times, getting high until you die. You can't ever stop

Shit out of speakers that can't hold you in; then, you begin to begin. It's a homemade kaleidoscope trend. And, in sight, there is no end. You are making yourself feel alive; everyone's feeling the vibe. You rocketing straight to the top, going until you can't stop

You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop

You won't feel. You won't heal. You won't deal with the real, getting high, not asking why. You won't step out of line; it's a sign of the times, getting high until you die. You can't ever stop