fallen from grace suicide is on my mind, I mean the drugs help but it's not something I can just up and erase up up and away, I go, just a taste and I'm so fine, catch me melting like butter over in the edge of the sidewalk, naw I ain't dead, sun just burnt the taste buds from my mouth and now I'm basking it the glow ,a radioactive worm, i got this sunshine in my eyes, so bright, funny cause outwardly I've hit my boundary, covered in the dark side, the best part is ,the best part is....am I even alive? well let's see what's the price there if I wasnt I would just revive But I'm thinking it's not all that wise, but shit it's all a guise I'm just out here making sure I'm still the lord of the flies, yeah once you've eaten the sun your tongue has been burned of the taste faded, faded faded if you saw the places I cop you'd think I was dumb as hell but shit man it's the only place that sells the bundles stamped with the promise of death for their removal, and again to our approval and great, satisfaction the quicker it's in the spoon ready to be consumed , for the last time, prolly just another notch into my belt , only one thing on our minds at all times only that one thing on our minds all day and night, at all times ......