What People Are Made Of

Rag weed tall

Better hope that his ladder don't crack

Or hell hit the ground low, hard and

Under his back

At the battle at the bottom of the ocean

Where the dead do rise

You need proof I got proof

At the surface you can watch 'em float by

Way in back of the room

There sits a cage

Inside it's a clock that you can win if

You can guess its age

Which you never can do

'Cause the time it constantly change

For a lack or a luck

I guess that is the saying

On the first page of the 'Book of Blue'

It read

"If you read this page

Then that'll be your death"

By then it was too late and you wound up on

An island of shells and bones that bodies had left

And the one thing you taught me 'bout human beings was this

They ain't made of nothin' but water and shit