It's about a crack addicted school teacher in an American ghetto.
It's a really good film and the first time I watched it I wrote some lyrics for the band I was in at the time, just thought I'd put them up here.
"What is this machine?
It's bringing us down, but hell,
We're all very much a part of it."
A belt around his chest,
Or so I imagine, the feel after each time he ingests,
Inhale. Exhale. Forget.
Inhale. Exhale. Regret.
"Change moves in spirals,
Not circles,"
When the mirror asks, "Can you live this lie?"
Until you're just ashes in the sky,
"There are no weapons,
There's nothing,"
So relieve by all means,
Just keep your hands waist-side.
"These are changes,
We can't control,"
Though there's others that we can,
Can you comprehend tunnel vision,
When you're a tunnel with no light at the end?
It's a cure for the itch,
An itch that started all of this,
Teach me, so I can teach you,
A mile-stone just to avoid just to avoid one more hit.
I'll probably edit this one day, I'm not really happy with all of it.
