The burnt smell of poppies
Ashes in a spoon
Birdshot lever action
Watch as the drawer closed
Ink on the floor
Kills a new genius generation
I'm not scared 'cause I have it
And I'll go - to the greenhouse
I can still smell your plastic phony scent
Eating cancer causes comfort in my discontent
I'm the reason, I'll make you not so
Scar your tonsils
And I'll go - to the greenhouse
Needlesick arms are atoned to pain
I can't handle your help to me
I use a pen to seal the pain
Shotgun shells are the cause to me
And I'll go - to the greenhouse
And I'll go