One, two
One, two, three, four
We came across a pharmacy
With it's windows busted out
Pushed on through the broken glass and
Had ourselves a look around
The medicines, the medicines
That esculent macabre for the mouth
We quickly filled our pockets with pills of every kind
All sorts of shit like Aspirin, that soon colonized our mind
And then we died
And then we died
Oh, but our rotting corpses lying there
Soon began to leak and grow these lesions that all smelled just like rose
And all the blood and guts inside us
Germinated into timeless pages
Stained with lines of lovely prose
