At Every Ocassion, I'Ll Be Ready For the Funeral

I've been thinking, I've been drinking, I've been pouring liquid into a cup and binging notes to a pitch I'm singing ears ringing head spinning, I think you're all beautiful... I'm winging, with arms in the clouds I'm flying, soaring, diving, dying falling to the ground, and I love you it's ok... I'm not OK, I'm just saying, praying for change, a strange man's coming out of his cage, and I don't know the beast today.