Isn't It Nice To Be Here?

In the void, a cry is heard

Isn't it nice to be here?

A son cries out in the darkness
As he flies out in the darkness
His mind is dead, it's overfed
He ends up as a mass of blood

A daughter screams out of the night
While fire beams with flaming light
She takes a trip, she really flips
She ends up as a burning ember

Isn't it nice to be here?
Make your mind up, use your head
You learn one thing from dropping dope
Your drop the pill, you might drop dead

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