A Perfect Death


It’s a brave new world and there’s nothing left,
But heartbreak, soul and a perfect death.
There’s nothing left, but a perfect death,
A waste of breath or a taste of regret.


And all I have is a taste of fame;
A kind of pain that you can’t take away.
You can’t take away, you can’t take away,
You can’t take away the perfect day.


So thank you all from the bottom of my heart;
For this brand new start,
To this brand new world.
It’s another kind, in another time;
For another guy with a change of mind.


So what are we but dust in the wind?
Another false king, with a different beginning.
Jesus Christ or The Buddhist,
Had a perfect taste of heavenly bliss;
With the perfect death, with no regrets.
Let’s make this death the perfect end.


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