Day and night, I search the world for something i cannot find. I search in corners in the round of the bowl, trying to feed a hunger that never leaves me full. The bigger the high I want more than I'm given, when on cloud 9 is when life's really liven. I seek the answers I can't admit to myself, so I search whats in front of my the answer to life's wealth. I'm up in space and I'm never coming down, until the bag runs out and the world stops spinning round.