High on time

High on the drug of distraction

Tis my genre of satisfaction

Our time is rusting and captioned

Only i make my own faction

Call me selfish and call me a corrupt

Call me today and i’ll answer you mutt

Tell me i’m young and tell me i’m old

Can’t make decisions because i am alone

First it’s a day,then it’s tonight

First it’s one time,then it is twice

Firstly you’ll say you’re alright your own

Then you’ll be connecting your heart through my phone

High on the drug of satisfaction

Tis my genre of distraction

Am i so young or am i too old

Can’t make decisions- i am a cyclone 

Spinning and spinning in the circle of life 

Buddha,bermuda, what belief is right

Time,it is rusting 

I was right to be scared

But i won’t pick up the phone to be high instead 

Only i make my own faction.

Its time to put away the distractions.