A heart that’s filled up like being buried alive |
“Occupational hazards” that slowly poison you |

Bruises getting sourer than
an astronaut’s vertigo |
Bruises are left to be unhealed |

Sorry, Doctor! Your medicine isn’t working

Looking so sipped off and drained
Devoid of any humanity’s stain

Thinking of drowning down

the system that’s already dead and down |
We haven’t heard from them longtime and again |
But please let me take a more cautious,

loyal approach to you all over again |
A slow poisoning of carbide, formalin

to finally having pure, clean cyanidical mayhem… |

No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
Peace with myself at last |
Peace with myself at last |

This is my final epitaph | my choking heartache |

No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more surprises please |

But still what a wonderful feelings I had I remember now |

Such a wonderful heavenly bliss it was |

No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |
No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |
No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |