Sunshine, you’re truly off your head
Long live God? Yet God is dead
And mine is floored, with little reward…
Than be battered blue, and leaking red
My core fanbase, of a single nobody
Forgive me son, I’ve forsaken thee
Into thy hands, I command my spirit
My light diminished. So, it is finished
It’s just a bump —
Bump on the head
Then the coma
Biological death
Then the aroma
When you stop being biology
And return to physics and chemistry