there once was a man who made his own plan to die at seventeen,
with no one around but the torment that drowned him he sipped from his cup of lean
with a hand full of xans he took to the stand and warned all the people around him
but no one would listen or stop his acquisition of his cure he thought not grim
but as these things go, and his limits unknown he would find what did him in
asleep at the wheel, his body all keeled as foam starts to drip from his chin
fent in a pill would change how he feels and who he is inside his head
because who are you really? it's really quite silly cause this person should be dead
