It’s easy to tell who the new kids are.
Its just a game still, there’s no death in their eyes.
Hepatitis sounds like a foreign nation to them
And their friends are just starting to die.
Habituation, isolation, then all the money is gone
And you’re selling your computer,
And you’re on your knees in front of old men,
Then strung out for another cold night on some city bench.
A gram of coke, a handful of speed,
A shot of hydro, free M and weed,
Twenty tranquilizers, four types of psych meds.
Still so down, so listless & bored.
Still can’t crack a smile.
It’s easy to tell who the new kids are,
They’re still having fun.
And everyone says they’ll never do it.
And everyone thinks it won’t happen to them.
–Jack Blare, Silver Chain (2016)