Our birth is an instant execution
A burden put upon the backs of the desperate
Carry on, our undertakers
The visage of a false past existence
Grown under the force of my twisted wind
And with the wind goes your hair and your hands
A foot on the back of your neck
Pushing you through a mile of rotten soil
To your prestigious destination

Pray to someone
I'm going out of my head
Dislocate
Stay safe in your unmade bed

Lysergik funeral procession

The world is watched
Straight from your TV sets
Makes you ill
Turn off and drop out in spurts

Lysergik funeral procession

I get up, get ready to face this world
I come down
I come down so hard
I hit then bounce
In a pool of piss I lay
Once revived, I was better off like I was
In so many pieces
And I'm so damn mad, so fucking mad
To lose that special darkness
I've got nothing to lose