Down Completely

Cool air touching the end of our souls Drugs turning pupils into black holes The life we’ve lined up is taking its toll And soon we’ll be dead, with our boats and gold Like Egyptians, theorists, confronting the cold We’re going to die young and beautiful, no need to get old We’re going to die with a passion; we’re going to die bold We’re going to find out the true worth of our souls sold If our life was a car we did one-sixty and then rolled Flipped five times, end for end, and caught fire Call the blue and green flames our funeral pyre Call the thoughts on our pasts our depressions, our mires I’ll take a hooker with me and say I found love…for hire But fuck it all; when I am gone I guess I’ll go out a liar Be known for fake stories of me as a child Breaking my morals and screaming with style Though in reality I suppose I have never been mild I’ve never killed anybody but I’ve never been aisled So in the end fuck it all because I am the child Of a lesser known God, of the dead and the wild