Your hair is black and curly

Your nails inevitably dirty

You drink a lot and drop 'cid too

With your girlfriend who digs your poetry, dude

You used to read and wander

In the mescaline desert, you pondered

The nature of man and society's flaws

While at school you extended your wings and your claws

Then you crashed, yeah, you fell

You cracked it, deeply, your delicate shell

Goodbye, Mr. Risin, with you dies the dream

Of a drug-friendly path to the world inbetween