When I die,

They're gon make a park bench saying

"This where he sat"

And you push me up to this state of emergency.

How beautiful to be.

State of emergency is where I want to be.

Drain Gang boys in the gutter

Get a life, motherfucker!

I bounce back like I'm flubber to break bread with my brother.

Smell of spray paint, yeah what I'm off of.

Link at the gas stop,

Won't stop, I can't stop.

They're terribly, terribly, terribly moody.

Oh, human behavior.

Then all of a sudden turn happy.

I'm going hunting.

I'm the hunter.

I'll bring back the goods but I don't know when.

I had ate so many nights,

I'm becoming skinny fat. (x4)

I got rhymes, granola bars, Frooty Loops, and Apple Jacks.

I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl.

You're a bird on the brim

Hypnotized by the whirl.

Traquilizers got me tranq,

Fill the blank.

Actually I fill the bank, how you feel bout that?

I imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.

And when it lands,

Will my eyes be closed or open?

But the surface simplicity

But the darkest pit in me

And it's pagan poetry, pagan poetry

Blood moon tonight, will I make it out alive?

I'm after the check now,

Silver blessings dripping down.