Got Instrumentals for days - they help me write,
Getting souls ready - on route for the final fight.
I see signs and symbols - everything peculiar,
Don\'t spend much time reflecting in the mirror.
Remove yourself from the cobra\'s heavy clutch,
Life on this God forsaken Earth can be too much.
Prepared mentally - not much to do physically,
Achievements, awards - come forth heavenly.
Blasting off - not quite leaving this atmosphere,
No longer drinking alcohol - keep all that beer.
Ultra processed foods and additives send us to the coroner,
Droned out with the fluoride - toothpaste and tap water.