Sensitive Snails

There, he died, electronic and thin
His eyes foggy and repeating
Brittle blank white hair
I couldn't help but think about time

I fuckin' tripped out over the casket,
Flailed my scales like a Reptillian Lord,
"Free pathways don't exist unless you create them!
Enigmatic white webs droop when stale!
SENSITIVE SNAILS WILL SLOWLY STUDY MOTHER EARTH!!!"

There, the guests wouldn't stop staring at me...
In all honesty...I WAS on the marble floor looking through webs...