All I see is what as soon as I get out of bed
I love to make a stang
But I'd rather smoke instead
I feel just like the weight of the world is on my head
And I will crush my skull before I figure out whats best
(ha ha ha)
Walk up the spiral staircase to my room
I treat it like a tomb
Sanctuary of doom
I look out just in time to see the fog engulf the moon
Compelled to go outside
So what else am I to do
The moonlight bounces off the garden and it sets the mood
A lonely ghost in the gazebo floats and sings in tune
Bury me with both eyes open and hopefully soon
Turn me into food
For the perennials to consume