Suicide

Jeepers creepers man, snakes alive
Great caesar's ghost,
It's decision time!
'Cause there's two ways now
Through these woods
The straight narrow path
Or the thorny bush

God's favourite number is six six six
And it's true that the devil
Wears a crucifix
Are we happy or am I sad?
'Cause the tears in my eyes
Are just as bad

I know there's a dream
That's coming alive
I know there's a sweetness
In suicide 75

A last caress or the fist that stings
Well, without a body
Just symbolic things
Great archetypes
Of some strange command
To detach this fleshy ghost
That we hadn't planned

So here I walk and I walk alone
Through this and strangeness
I call my own
Hit the gas tank 'cause here I come
To the sweet harmony of oblivion

The nerves in my body,
These roads to the brain,
They bring the master his pleasure
And the servant his pain