8 Foot Sativa
As It Burns
As it burns

When death comes
I'll need not love
No wreath or dove

Can offer me salvation
Not when i'm no more
A weathered stone
Will bare my name

Identity of once a being
My genes will die away

Below no grieving face
Not when i'm in the ground
Unbinding my soul from the flesh
The angel of death has it's kill

Now it's done
I'll take what's mine
Let you decide
What's the better solution
This will end over time
A distant memory
Is all that remains
Death comes in all it's beauty
As a soul remain eternal
Blackened cloak peering at my form
It always has an open door

As it burns