This man lives so lose,
Who craves for the roll-
Ing Stone. His name created by the out line from window the light,
Like the glowing chain
Wrapped around him stiff as stone.
Trapped so deep in this room of planet green.

His life once use to fill with Benjamin green,
Always so high and viciously stoned.
That pretty angel milky wave of light
Like a chain
That soon he will lose.
Then get fat like a cinnamon roll

The different dices he rolled
Now hunts him like links of chain
Lost the left and right now nothing more to lose
He deserves nothing but the land of god, the flowery green
And the natural dirt and stone
Wishing his birthday has a pizza candle light.