SOLID STATE_MERCURY

That night I was going to die
I was sweating out suicide
And too much beer.

I jumped up to the ceiling
Then shattered the floor.
That night I was going to die
My soul dropped into a cricket.

I pulled out all the lights
Then drank some red wine
In bed, listening to a mixed tape
Of Killer Mike and the Grateful Dead.

The sea was galloping out-
Side, a vulture was pecking circles in-
Side my head. That night I was going to die,
I was sweating out suicide, 8 days of Tequila

While sawing a five-thousand dollar
Piano in half, and setting fire to my
Mouth. The sea kept galloping south.