WhatABunchOfAholes
I climbed out of my head and watched myself implode,
a shot without a body ought to be the shot to take a load,
my brain is poison and I'm searching for the antidote,
but every time I find it my defences scream, 'oh no you do'
woah
(I wrote this poem in 79 CD after the volcano erupted in Pompeii, barley escaped with my life)