Sporadic

Human lives are so sporadic Especially when you're an addict Addicted to spitting blood straight through the static The days are so emphatic The nights are so erratic Keep an eye over your shoulder 'cause nothings automatic The story's so enigmatic A brief moment you're ecstatic The next, you're barricading yourself up in the attic 'Cause the pain you feel is too charismatic And the life you live is too problematic But just live for tomorrow 'cause human lives are so sporadic