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I. I'm fucking golden as a goose Beholden to the use of substances to keep me loose Emboldened by the brazen ways I've dangled in the noose Never thought I'd make it through that night I never thought I'd see the day I never thought I'd be alright # II. Illicit, a response. A question shouted out into the ether Missed the Renaissance. Morphine, the purple people eater Need or want it, I don't even know, like what have I to show For all the trauma, stringing commas together until I blow # III. Brains on the pavement, Couldn't be saved, spent my life in a haze Meant more to be to stay another day then to stay sane, remain decayed And everything will be okay, Just cut the lines and kill the pain I'm out of tar and out of time I wish that this would end tonight # IV. But why today? Why not last year? Why push through that and give up here? I'll spare the sword but leave the spear stuffed in my arm in endless fear So I'll be here tomorrow Maybe if I push down the sorrow I'll make it out of my cold coffin And touch ground every so often