Like you I will end up like dirt in the end You wanted to be with all your dead friends Now you're not anywhere else but my head I saw you on TV before all of this You crawled out the car you drove and you flipped Your own meds only ever made you more sick No one comes around here much anymore The wind won't let me win when it blows It screams and bellows "so it goes" As above so below As above, so The righteous man claims eternity For your impiety The sympathetic folks claim that you're now free From your skin suit of anxiety No one comes around here much anymore