Dead stoned, spend the day on the couch
Called in to work, I'm sitting in the ultimate slouch
Called my friends but there's nobody home
I guess I'm gonna spend the new day off alone
Getting stoned

Snap the bong
Rolling another joint
Smoke a bowl

Molecular structures changing in my starting with my lungs
Breaking down physically turning me to gel from skin to bone

Bone it turns to liquid and becomes blood flow
Organs mash together forming one massive swirl
My brain trickles down my spine mixing with it
I've become a pastelike substance reeks of weed

Weed paste
Weed paste
Weed paste
Weed paste

Snap the bong
Rolling another joint
Smoke a bowl
Oh shit I dropped the joint
Pack a bong

I melt into the sofa
Liquid it consumes me
Slide off and onto the kitchen floor
And I grab myself another beer