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I can use my head, even if I'm dead

People are afraid,
people are not happy,
people like you,
you're just actors
for the puppet master
preparing yourselves
for the main event
the one that will set the tone
no one will be left alone
hiding under a stone,
or inside the bathroom
sitting in the throne.

By the time you get here
I'll be gone,
my friend.
I was hoping you could come
to my birthday party.
We had drinks, whisky, beer,
acids,
you don't need to fear
anything.
Just basic, companions,
in the long road to home,
my home, where I live, where I born,
where she put me horns.

Rare earth, rare air,
rare shoes, short hair.
Your days won't be the same.
you've lost the game,
lost your north, your name.

I used to go to your house,
across the river,
remember the time I got the fever?
Had to spend some time in bed,
feeling like a dead
person.

It hurts me so bad,
when you find out what I got.
What i need, is a hat.
The nightmares I had,
where you were,
where you weared
my hat, you threw up
on it.

My soul is lost.
Feels lighter, as a ghost.
But the floor cracks,
cannot fly,
can't get high.

Don't know how to wake up,
don't want to,
this feels so good.
Not a nightmare, just some ideas
put together inside my head,
experiences, dreams, hopes,
wanna suicide? here, you need some ropes...