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