C17-H19-N03-H20

I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy
 chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy
 Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been
 interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between
 C17-H19-NO3-H2O...
 I crawl my way through morphine days
 anodyne at least, in opiating grace
 I knew it was killing me
 but the apple seemed so sweet
 and I still, sometimes, dream of thee...
 I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases
 there's a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces
 I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be
 these days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me
 In forvid energy... I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond).
 Thou art petite, thou art pristine...
 (and) my superlatives are not just words
 The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell
 we are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere
 C17-H19-NO3-H2O...
 I crawl my way through morphine days
 anodyne at least, in opiating grace
 I knew it was killing me
 but the apple seemed so sweet
 and I still, sometimes, dream of thee...
 I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care
 tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear
 I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die
 deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high...