It appears rather obvious that Jesus was wrong
A little hydrocortisone for that wound
A bit of hydromorphone for your mood
I said a daily dose of klonopin to keep you in tune
Yeah you'll make it
Saint Nicotine, he wanders round and follows us
Get a fresh pack of jacks in exchange for trust
When you're in denial, bring a vial
Capsule up yourself till you take it
And we'll go
Wherever my fondness grows
And woah, it's beginning to seem
That maybe Planet Shroom
Just wasn't meant for me
Well, I was thinking on the time I was back at Walt
Starting to submerge until my conscious halts
And my sense is heightened, Ive been enlightened, but since the fighting
It's every day shit
And with every substance, the void's replaced
By an addict with a habit that steals my faith
My laundry list of lies is long and now I would just hate to break it
And we'll go
Wherever my fondness grows
And woah, it's beginning to seem
That maybe Planet Shroom
Just wasn't meant for me