Thirst of Dose

On steps to club
I don't hear anything
Simultaneously I love and hate everybody.
For the sake of doze
I don't know,
To what god to pray.
The faces of people around
Are overflown with rage.

Thirst of dose
More important than freedom,
From day to day people go around

But I just spit
I am an addict.

What day is it today?
And what's hour now?
I just spit
On who I'll be tomorrow for you,

And, it seems, my death will come soon,
When euphoria flows in veins,
But I still can't get high