Lysergik Funeral Procession

Our birth is an instant execution

A burden put upon the backs of the desperate

Carry on, our undertakers

The visage of a false past existence

Grown under the force of my twisted wind

And with the wind goes your hair and your hands

A foot on the back of your neck

Pushing you through a mile of rotten soil

To your prestigious destination

Pray to someone

I'm going out of my head

Dislocate

Stay safe in your unmade bed

Lysergik funeral procession

The world is watched

Straight from your TV sets

Makes you ill

Turn off and drop out in spurts

Lysergik funeral procession

I get up, get ready to face this world

I come down

I come down so hard, I hit then bounce

In a pool of piss I lay

Once revived, I was better off like I was

In so many pieces

And I'm so damn mad, so fuckin' mad

To lose that special darkness

I've got nothing to lose