A month of making camp
It's almost time to change shape again
Everything I hoped for now
Fucked by a wrench
You didn't wanna tell
But you sure as hell shouldn't pretend
I guess letting me down
Is all it takes to be my friend

Now I'm the knight of cups
And all you fuckers have had enough
If momma nature makes the bed
I just can't help but call you up
But you answer with a wry sigh
And it's choking me up
If the pain is what you want
I'm burning all the chaga

Now I'm too old to die
But I'm not too old to die young
Force feed me worth
'Till all my teeth are just gums

And that little fang
Stops creeping up
We'll end up in the same place
With my charred chaga