Enough.

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ nature.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

So much existential pain.

(Never enough.)

Need a fucking drink or a Percocet.

(Never enough.)

Shot myself with too much to think.

(Never enough.)

Wide awake; can never blink.

(Never)

All laughs as I sink.

(Enough)

Is this the missing link.

It’s..

(It’s)

It’s never enough.

(Never enough)

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ god.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(Never)

It’s..

(Never)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(It’s never)

Never.

(Never enough.)

Not enough.

Never enough.

Till I’m laid to rest.

In a coffin.

Claustrophile.

Food for worms.

O’ nature.. Everything I’ve taken; I give back to you.

Never enough.

So much existential pain.

(Never enough.)

Need a fucking drink or a Percocet.

(Never enough.)

Shot myself with too much to think.

(Never enough.)

Wide awake; can never blink.

(Never)

All laughs as I sink.

(Enough)

Is this the missing link.

It’s..

(It’s)

It’s never enough.

(Never enough)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(Never)

It’s..

(Never)

It’s..

(It’s)

Never.

(It’s never)

Never.

(Never enough.) -Michael Ament

High.

Because at once, you’re truly sober.  And you can never get high again.

Dragon’s tolerance heart beating loudly.

Damn my shit eating grin.

Schizoaffective.

Drowning drowsy; heart bleeding thin.

Drowning within.

Because at once, you’re bent over.

Fucked by life.

Ready to die.

At one with the sober.

Reach for the dice.

Ready to lie.

Drowning within.

Because at once, you’re truly sober.  And you can never get high again.

Dragon’s tolerance heart beating loudly.

Damn my shit eating grin.

Schizoaffective.

Drowning drowsy; heart bleeding thin.

Drowning within.

Because at once, you’re bent over.

Fucked by life.

Ready to die.

At one with the sober.

Reach for the dice.

Ready to lie.

Drowning within.

Because at once you’re truly sober.

Because at once you’re truly sober.

Because at once you’re truly sober.

Drowning within.

So fucking high again. -Michael Ament

Suffocate.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll only say this once.

I wish I didn’t have to give you up.

Burn for me.

Habitual since 16.

My first was at 10.

No fucking clue, how am I not already dead?

God granted chemicals wracking my brain.

Flem thick.

Throat sore.

Eyes black and white like film noir.

So addicting to the point of adoration.

Throw them away, but never can I erase them.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll only say this once.

Your love is like a gun.

Burn for me.

So much wealth, lost to fire.

Ask myself, what is my desire?

No fucking clue, not a glimmer of hope.

More beautiful than lustrous dope.

Pale and sick.

Acrid rope.

Smelling of blood and tar.

Took it long, took it hard.

Sucked it gone, took it too far.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll only say this once.

The juice is not worth the squeeze.

Burn for me.

Waging war with my anxiety.

Waging war with my bones.

Waging war with crawling skin.

Waging war and wishing I was stoned.

Devil’s dick.

Trying to cope.

Metric ton of bricks.

Getting hit by a car.

The pain is only temporary, but it’s shadow leaves a scar.

Burn for me.

Fibrous crystalline matter.

Burn for me.

Notes of grass and leather.

Burn for me.

I’ll say this only once..

It was never all that fun…

Burn for me.

Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.

Burn for me.

Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.

Burn for me.

Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.

Smoke. -Michael Ament

Psilocybe (Prophets in a coma.)

“Martian red rust sky.

Black smoker aroma.

Smokestack atonement.

Pale green figure head-lights.

Prophets in a coma.

Red and blue flashing neon entoloma.

Filling my sight with radioactive lymphoma.

I’ve got your cure right here.

Right here.

Right ear.

A golden spaceship.

Psilocybe.

No agaricus bisporus.

I’ve got your cure right here.

Right here.

Right ear.

A copper spaceship.

Psilocybe.

this is no agaricus bisporus.

Martian red rust sky.

Black smoker aroma.

Smokestack atonement.

Pale green figure head-lights.

Another prophet in a coma.

Red and blue flashing neon entoloma.

Filling my sight with radioactive lymphoma.

I’ve got your cure right here.

Right here.

Right ear.

Best to listen.

Tyrannosaurus.

Consume and sit down right here.

I’m a magician come to shed those delusions and fears.

So we can get near..

A conclusion.

To these anxious gears of war grinding.

To these paranoid kung fu grip bindings.

To this evolution.

To these revolutions per minute.

I’ve got your cure right here.

Right ear.

Best to listen.” -Michael Ament