Hits from the Witch’s Hookah,
Why not? I got nothing left to lose,
Um, except for my life
to which I’ve found that I’ve grown quite fond of,
They called me the very last brood of
the Serpent legged with the head of a Rooster,
Sink deeper than Elder Roots beneath the Grid to dig up Truth,
The Witch’s Hookah,
Do you think she left it here purposely for me to see
if I had the gall to slip deeper into this Walkabout?
I lost everything I was,
Now I haven’t got a single thing at all to lose,
Snatch up the tube, the bowl was packed
with that blueberry patch smelling sumthin sumthin,
Here goes nothing, I take a puff, feel the rush, oh my gosh,
I just got pushed through some Chrysanthemum,
Hits from the Witch’s Hookah,
Why not? I got nothing left to lose,
Um, except for my life
to which I’ve found that I’ve grown quite fond of,
They called me the very last brood of the
Serpent legged with the head of a Rooster,
Sink deeper than Elder Roots beneath the Grid to dig up Truth,
I landed on a silken web, each strand told the tale of Gregree,
who became dead and reborn countless times through Infinity,
Then a Black Widow snatched me up and sunk Her teeth into me,
As Her poison coursed through my veins, throbbing,
Is She robbing my life or is this a hallucination
born from the hits from the Witch’s Hookah I was taking?
That Spider smiled and said “This is no joke, this aint from the smoke”,
Then I died right before I awoke,
Oh Hell, I’m melting into a molten memory,
Lava-va-voom, I’m a hare but not the Vidal Sassoon kind,
I’m the hopping type, my heart stopping, my head feels light,
Let me ask you this, I exist right?
Tell me I do, who can I look to to tell me the Truth?
I feel like a grain of sand in the hourglass of the Grand Understanding
but I got no hand to hold and I just hope at some point I’m in for a safe landing
Hits from the Witch’s Hookah,
Why not? I got nothing left to lose,
Um, except for my life
to which I’ve found that I’ve grown quite fond of,
They called me the very last brood of the
Serpent legged with the head of a Rooster,
Sink deeper than Elder Roots beneath the Grid to dig up Truth
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