Better Off Dead
from rags to riches...diamonds back down in ditches
scars and stains and supernatural soul stitches
i rise and i fall like the sun and the moon
every dark door i open leads to the suicide room
ghosts of gloom loom over my bed while heratic hellions run wild in my head
*** beauties plant pictures inside...i'm running and raging but still can't hide
divided like waters whose waters are red
making love with zombies...better off dead
no door in the wall
no light in the bunker
i struggle to move but stay in sad slumber
fast going under straight to the bottom of an ocean
i see voodoo dolls and get creeping notions
in maximum motion with needles and pins...i can see my lost life...now i pay for my sins
gone with the wind now i'm never ahead
the screen fades to black...better off dead
i hear laughter around me and a judge dressed in black...and a jury of fury is on the attack
growling and gory with faces of rage...they all chant the sentence "this fool he must pay"
black gloves and black masks they grip and they grab
steel sticks my body...i get severed and stabbed
in a dark pool of blood i failed the last test
no hope for 2morrow...better off dead
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