Maybe it's raining because I spun off with a soda on top of my car,
sat in the almighty sun till it dried nice and hand.
Oh where's my head gone, close to home I'm head strong.
On the floor pool of blood what happened.
A pounding on, my skull sent a sonic boom through my head
golf club falls sending another vibration through my temple, a mist makes it hard to see.
All I can feel are the thorns and rocks dragging against my back,
feet bound like a newly bound back.
I'm leaving this song to disperse my ashes across the audience.