In case I die before my years,
I hope for laughter, not for tears
In case I die before my time
Remember the good deeds, not the crime
A life of escapism, hedonistic glory
plagued with thoughts, often gory
a rebel fighting real resistance
an unfound love, lost in the distance.

In case I do not see the day,
those closest to me pass away
In case I go six feet beneath,
a fictional ruler, Ill never meet
A life lived without a care,
pretend not to see what's really there
THC, release the haze,
a finite life under chemical daze.

Quirkey, enigmatic, psychotic charges
surge threw me...

morality has a vengeance, dosent it?





David Quirke