I know that I'm breathing slow, inhaling smoke, I just awoke.
A bottle of pills I'm chokin' down, with dancin' demons all around.
And I'm hearin' sounds and I know I'm hearin' voices now.
With all the buildings crashing down, it's Armageddon again.
I'll drink the poison from the ground and make a toast to the end.
For all the kids and all the ones and even some who've just begun.
To feel the pain cause they can't stand to stay away.
For weeks, months, maybe even years, you've been running. Hiding on the streets that you call home. But you can't take it anymore; you're hungry, pained, broken and homeless. You may or may not still have contact with your relatives. Then just as you think there's no chance for you to live anymore, you're swept off the street and taken hundreds of miles away to a beautiful house - well, mansion - overlooking a sunny, warm beach. It's like a dream after all that you've been through. It's like a sanctuary, a safe haven for people with similar stories to you. You can stay here for as long as needed, whether it's a few months or a couple of years, until you're properly back on track with your life. But what else will you discover here? New friendships? New relationships? Be careful if you make any enemies though, or you'd be stuck with them in the same home for God knows how long!
