We came across a pharmacy
With its windows busted out
Pushed on through the broken glass
And had ourselves a look around
The medicines, the medicines
That esculent macabre for the mouth

We quickly filled our pockets
With pills of every kind
All sortsa shit like aspirin
That soon colonized our minds
And then we died
And then we died

But our rotting corpses lying there
Soon began to leak
And grow these lesions that all smelled
Just like a rose
And all the blood and guts inside us
Germinated into timeless pages
Stained with lines of lovely prose