Slip a message directly into the bloodstream
Its a good night full of cheap dreams
You can dress them up to deep schemes
But at the end of the night, they get naked
Repeatedly
Take a shot of the direct stuff
The kinda stuff that brings the Sun up But its not enough (its never enough)
It comes with a conscience and it likes the rough stuff
Options number the thousands
Breathe… take a new view
Living with reason is killing you
And leads you no closer
To the Road To Joy
Sing a song, if just to makes sure you’re breathing
And check yourself, you might be bleeding
Steady… Steady
Into the breach
Or get your kicks from the old tricks
Skin on skin and incense sticks
Candle powered conflicts
Gods Benefit, The Direct Fix
Options number the thousands
Breathe… take a new view
Living with reason is killing you
And leads you no closer
To the Road To Joy