He’s addicted to Red Bull burns cigarettes four packs a day. He’s eyes, eyes, bloodshot eyes staring at iPad. She lives in a garret filled with smell of grass and incense smoke. Her face, face, garish face looking for good dupe. Are they goin’ mad? No they just victims. It’s not easy to be alive in this city. 1 a.m. keep playing game. 2 a.m. keep smoking grass. 3 a.m. keep fucking friend. Vitamins for victims. 4 a.m. keep drinking shots. 5 a.m. keep eating junk. 6 a.m. keep masturbating. Vitamins for victims. Faint hope in the modern city. He can’t stop his fingers pressing the buttons of his cell phone. His friends, friends, online friends make him feel not dead. She likes to cut her wrist and feel the warm of blood dripping down. The pain, pain, intense pain makes her not dead. Is something wrong? Yeah something’s goin’ wrong. It’s not easy to be alive in this city. 1 a.m. keep playing game. 2 a.m. keep smoking grass. 3 a.m. keep fucking friend. Vitamins for victims. 4 a.m. keep drinking shots. 5 a.m. keep eating junk. 6 a.m. keep masturbating. Vitamins for victims. Faint hope in the modern city. Whoa oh oh oh oh oh They need vitamins. Whoa oh oh oh oh oh They need vitamins. Whoa oh oh oh oh oh They need vitamins. Whoa oh oh oh oh oh Vitamins to be alive. 1 a.m. keep playing game. 2 a.m. keep smoking grass. 3 a.m. keep fucking friend. Vitamins for victims. 4 a.m. keep drinking shots. 5 a.m. keep eating junk. 6 a.m. keep masturbating. Vitamins for victims. Faint hope in the modern city. Faint hope in the modern city. Faint hope in the modern city.