It's just smoke
So make another one
And watch it all light up
And you'll spend your last nickel
To keep it all watered down
And when the dam breaks
Well you're ready for it now
And as you lift off
Your brain goes soft
And your hands grip your seat
Looking back you can almost see the streets and you say
Look at all this garbage
The green poisonous cloud slips through your nose
And into your throat
A burning sensation it sweeps through the basement
The crunchy exterior reminds you of home
Mother is waiting for letters and painting with
Liquids and leftover slime
Your mouth tastes like water, the air like dirt
The kind that you eat with a knife and a fork
The kids have gone missing they're eaten or eating
Plastic that's deep underground
I've got an itch, a cranial feeling
Ticks in the brain, the calcium ceiling
The age of the fungus, the myco-apocalypse
Food for the animals, primordial chocolate
He comes from his throne, and into my room
He says "Oh my god, look at all this garbage!"
