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 [?] floats and sings in tune Bury me with both eyes open and hopefully soon Turn me into food For the perennials to consume