I seasoned it well, with acid and MDMA.
Then I howled at the moon, 'til the sun burnt out both of my eyes.
So I checked my pulse.
Standing there white as a ghost.
I lacked the complexion and stabbed my reflection 12 times.
So I held my breath.
'Til my soul left my body for dead.
I'll rip through the clouds to talk with the man in the sky.