The black birds circle around the yard. This Ecstasy is hitting hard. A constant reminder of where you are. The "friends" you party with have all gone far. Far beyond where you can follow. On drugs that are much harder to swallow. Perhaps it's good you can't keep up. This is to remind yourself, you have to stop.
He slew the serpent with his hands. And slit the neck of the urgent whom hailed from evil lands. He was the hero killing the one eyed troll. His final battle that bore his toll. Send him to his lonely grave, without his crown, his queen and his slaves...
I am a piece of property of this world. I will be a prisoner till I'm old. All my deeds will be recorded. All my secrets will be undone. Every sin will be reported, but one day I will have won. On the hour of the eternal, past the day of my demise. Smoking Ganja in the inferno, this world no longer will I despise.
A black lake dark and grim. Where foul creatures play and swim. A weeping willow grey and old. That bares no protection from the cold. A broken house upon the hills. A brewery of booze and pills. Inhabited bye mice and hare. You're asking me, have I been there?