20 October 2012
I was once was a man A lot like you I worked day and night I slept not a wink
But I've got a story It needs to be told With a moral, a lesson A warning
Don't ever get friendly With a man on a plane Don't talk to him Listen to him Pay him no mind For a mind that is paid Ain't your mind at all
I took him home- though Perhaps he took me A little lost stray In a city so cruel
He asked for a fight, I obliged rather warily But that's when things started A weekly routine Filled with cracked jaws and Blood
Soon others joined in And we started a club Beat the shit out of each other Then say not a word Because as the rules stand That's rule number one
Then things started twisting My mind scared me stiff I lost track of time I wondered when I'd slipped
So soon I gave in- When he disappeared My mind it had snapped my World it was bleak And I wondered How long was I sick?
Was I broken so long the pieces Are dust? When exactly did my life take This turn
And where Oh where is my mind?
The First Rule Of Fight Club • Opuss № I