Uppercut to the mandible
My teeth came loose
Parietal smashed against the wall
I'll grace the obituary news
I lost so many teeth
I won't eat again
There's death in the taste of blood
I can feel the searing pain
Plus my skull is smithereens
Parts of the brain on the floor
Usually I would've picked them up
But I'm too dead to explore
My life flashes by
I see the boy I was
I see the hooker in New Orleans
I kissed, drunk in Mardi Gras
I see the futility in the shell
It's the genes making themselves
We are just silly emergent crap
Full of ourselves
I can see the light
Too bright to see
I think it's god himself
But wait, just a chemical banshee
At least I'm thinking the dying
Not sold to bullshit
I know death is the last thing I do
And that's all there is to it
