I got a pill box full of shot and moon,
It helps with talking fancy black smoke to you
I shouldn't feel nothing but I still do
I hope the blue's inside my mouth and dry 'em off with a paper towel
Fill the kitchen trash with Persian clouds
If you hate the taste try to wait?
Behind the zombie your black medicase
The things they do they turn into you,
The things you think turn to the things that you do
I'll move your fine Chinese and anything
That gets me stoned sticks to my teeth and bones
Bleach your bones and build your wall, is that where your soul goes
Cause your bones don't mean a thing if you?
So don't move an inch if you and your?
Pills and Powders, every hour of the hour
Till I die ain't long enough,
You can sell my stuffing let my blood dry up
I'm gonna love you until I die