life is a collection of days,                                       
a splitting headache and an ******
and baking under radioactive rays

life is feelings we have named,                              
obtuse arguments and a muscle spasm
bets we've lost and prizes we've claimed

life is all but to be dead,                                           
a spring loaded pinball mechanism
praying to god and imagining what he said

life is a hug and a kiss, everything's okay,           
a tormented soul crawling out of his chasm
blending black and white to make gray