all good books have one thing in common they tell you that these dreams are not just dreams thus confirming the extent of our depression and the sole intention all my dreams are truly wicked if i cannot destroy it i have to defeat it the high road obscured in the blink of an eye as i pour myself another drink i ve been chasing the dragon for such a long long time i keep flirting with the devil the primeval muse of all my rhymes all my wicked deeds are but suppressed needs my vile endeavour is grace under pressure i pour myself another drink and close my eyes i ve been chasing the dragon for such a long long time i keep flirting with the devil the primeval muse of all my rhymes if you chase the dragon with me we ll be soaring through a fucking vacuum we ll have a blast we ll laugh and glow it ll be a woo ho ho with vast amounts of blow