Chop the limb off before it can flower
Stomp on a mushroom
Take a bloody shower
Commit to creating a volume
Of nothing but wasted power
Then maybe I can sniff the fume
Let my body be lowered
Into the ground I'm doomed
Don't cry please not at this hour
I'm off to another room
Away from pain and on towards the tower
This is it, inherit my heirloom
Be not sour
For it is time I reside in my tomb