You may think I am chasing a dream
Maybe it's a dream Maybe it's an illusion
Does it really matter?  Why do you care?
What am I with nothing to dream of?
Everybody needs an oasis to lust after
Would you rather have me dig my own grave
and lay there silently until it is my turn to die?
I tried that I turned into an imbecile
So no thank you (she said politely)

I want more than to be the living dead
I always did I always will

They want my skin
They colored it with their favorite crayon
They want nothing to do with my blood and dirt
They are as dead as the undead
and I want nothing to do with them
I don't have to please anybody
(again, she said politely)

I only want to please one,
my own oasis

Yea get down Get down with me

I'm not cold I'm oversaturated I'm catatonic

Reality is magic Agatha Christie is Aristotle

I came here with an attitude platitude altitude

I feel nothing I feel everything
Jesus Christ child of God show me mercy

Think I need a doctor I'm on overdrive
Keep me pumping boredom is my nemesis

Watch out for a tornado
Horsemen of apocalypse they've been here
Feeling nada, feeling all too much

Will you take me away
To the mountains
To the sky
To outer space

Will you take me
Somewhere else

Take me away and cry with me
Maybe I will give you a rose after

I want to go home
Do you know the way?

Maybe I will die with you
Maybe I will let you **** me

I'm a *******
I swear you are in good company

All the rules and boxes
I don't fit into

I'm so tired, is that what you want?

I'm already taking rest in my casket
You can have the honor of burying me
Then you can have everything
I once had

All my gifts and burdens
Take it all for yourself,
and write me a eulogy

Living dead is the new sensation
Kiss my rotting heart
Yea give me a cardiac arrest

Forgive my sins,
I didn't know then what I know now
Maybe I simply forgot
Maybe I willingly kept my ignorance
Maybe I knew it all along but it didn't matter
Because I'm wicked

You've seen my skin but you don't know my name
I'm as dead as your great-great-grandmother
I'm pretty when I'm dead

I didn't want to feel the pain
I didn't know the alternative was death

God knows I'll try
To feel alive