She stands slouching, foreboding,
   A guide past the grave.
Death is wistful, a lady.
   An agent of change.
She's here watching, and waiting,
   A friend on dark days.

I have a song inside my heart
It beats ever so quietly
To hear it you'll need to get close

There's a theater in my eyes
Only it's ever so dark inside
To see it you'll need to get close

The rain came down
The river rushed,
as was warranted for flooding.

I will not do drugs
I will not do drugs
I keep hearing myself saying that.
But I look confident in the mirror,
the rancid smoke fuming from my nostrils.

Sure
   You. Do you

It's whatever.                   No worries
            Okay
                                       Good night
                                                       Cool

I'm tired of being awake
I'm bored with all the entertainment
I'm exhausted with all of this
I just need some sleep is all