Oh my God!
My face is alone. No others around.
Shifting wallpaper…yeah and settling sounds.
On the commode, here I sit.
Starring at toilet paper. Thinking up sh**.
There's the bathtub and mildew stains.
Stains forming creatures or little strands of brains.
Look at my hands. How they've worked.
Cuts and chalices. God I hurt.
What's my mentality? What's my depth?
Man, I'm thinking of life.
Damn, I'm turning to d**h!
Yes I'm tripping.
Damn, I'm f**ing warped.
My mind is lucid, and I'm crossed and forked.
New side of paper why, I ask?
Man, those f**ing letters. They're moving to fast.
Burn your doors and come outside. Free your spirit, no Archy.