Jack the ripper had a man cave, too/ with lots of home-made brew/ and young flesh bled-through//So what of it if I killed more than a dozen? Plum-loved it (I'm talking bottles of booze, not prostitutes. get out of the gutter)!//// On another note: I wasn't only at the pub to piss/ Needed to bump into a chump; complete a piece of an agreement that I missed//(me)! And the party sought to shoot, but didn't hit me/ Now a whiff of aerosol, gifted by friend Richard Kuklinski//// just this Christmas, even, with a note that read, "Dear Charlie, by the time you read this to your family, my family will be dead, and yes they'd all attest this product's effective. So here's to solving with solvents-- I hope you cross a couple problems off your checklist"////And that's just this friendship's version of absurd earthly possessions; perverted, because I guess, sure, it occurred to check if it works.// Well yes it does, and no you can't prove I was there; I told you, I was just here to piss, remember officer?////

C.M.B.U.R.N.S.

This pen bleeds through like lead vests...

M.I.C.S.

Weed? Yes. Weed? Just, THC's to ease stress.

Yet...

Allotted for the time

With a lot on your mind

There's a lot of dope "dope" to find////

My biggest defect's to empathize/ Him and I's always on the outs/ cuz' he always shouts how I demonize--// FUCK, MAN, He's a damn demon, I swear it!/ If the stove-pipe hat fits, "Mr. Pibbs" wears it////

[All I want to do is leave this house before it's too late]//

Ain't happenin', lady! Er, I mean I guess there's time to switch from tit physics back to "Double Majors"//You wanna see the true meaning of "no cred"?/ The goat-heads always make feel just a little "Caucaseous"////Andy-Amos/ no flair for the theatric/ he's a candy-anus/ over-actin'/ attracted to fame-ists//

If only you could see what I see...

I'm a menace/ You'd tell me to "kick rocks" but I bet you would do it nicely////

No one ever cares about the man in the box/ they only care about the one who comes back// You don't wanna know how I do my "illusions"/ it's confusin' cuz' the truth is, it isn't an act!////

[He was the most horrible creature I've ever seen]/ Sometimes the shrill cries outside of my window is him/ Though, sometimes it's just me// I was given an ultimatum by something like Bill Cutting the Butcher/ except if Pennywise ate him////

If only you could see what I see....

C.M.B.U.R.N.S.

This ink bleeds through like lead vests

M.I.C.S.

Weed? Yes. Weed? Just, THC just seems to ease stress.

But allotted for the time

With a lot on your mind

there's a lot of dope "dope" to find//

It'll never be curtains until I'm in the dirt, restin' next to my bride/

Don't skip over the shit you invoke, there are worse things in life than to die/

Time exists, a knurled texture, embedded at World's End, where hers connects to mine/

C.M.B.U.R.N.S.