I wrote this at a seance.

Who you pray to when your favorite angel fall from heaven

When single malt ain′t the trickEven stayed in school with Devin

Devil's pelvic bone portray a weapon

Held it to my head, count to 7

Blew the brains of Brenton

The dogs in his house

The kitties got a new home

Gone far from the pity party

The god-free body you′ve wronged

That's everyone you loved

Until single duck's pecker pucker up

Met her in mecca, mother fuck

Say it ain′t so, she so cute when she smile

I said it so, she so cute when she smile

She said it too, she so fucking cute when she smile

But when we dead, send the basket of fruit down the Nile

16 sweaty bars, baritone in brothel

Her care is gone but he got you

The fairest poem and her locks too

Rotten fruit turn stomach to snot juice

A fox grew in the forest

Became the poorest dog that got duked

Once upon a florist′s wishes and commands

Her daughter did the dishes

Without bitching with Ms. and jammed

Carried her vision to witches

In which put a gift in the sand

She said let it be known

God isn't a mission to the man

Kiss this tit and piss in the wind in Japan

This isn′t the business of the christians that clammed

This is the fishes caught by the fisherman ambitions

Lived efficient, his only wisdom came from pigeons and crayons

Compositions of religious witnesses examed

Veterans of visceral gimmicks

Get this a picnic a jam

Giddy up cousin, this isn't a diss

More or less fits around the forgiveness

Of what love′s warlords enlist

Pain

Mourning

Heartache

Change