Illicit

You look at the world and what do you see? A pile of numbers, some square tvs. Please.

Lies in the windows, lies in the bed, everyone's heroes are lost in the sea.

The colours are running, away from the noise

of everything.

Sooner than later the focus will cut this world apart. And you'll be left with what's important.

Nothing else.

I am used, and tried, and true. I'm second hand while you're brand new.