Grand saxophones play out loud
On the day of my death
I am happy and rather proud
I sniff some coke, before switching to ****

Death is just a formal event
Arranged for stupid mortals
Nothing much offered, to even repent
For a caged alien who can't pass through portals.

Grass is greener on the other side
I am happy I was born colorblind
Stabbed a few out of pure lunacy
Where is the sugar, where is the pharmacy!

You blame the destiny for your miseries
While I **** the life out of life itself
You play with fire and get burnt
All this while I live through reveries
Don't waste your time in finding yourself
You are lost, already killed in the hunt!

The hourglass is the perfect tool
To bind you all in a trance
More nightmares than good dreams for you fools
Give mirth a chance, just give it a glance


Thousands of violins weep out loud
On the day of your death
You are sad and rather not proud
You sniff some sorrow, before switching to death!