I see the passionate who killed themselves with drink
Or drugs or speeding cars in order not to think
They must have felt like there just nothing was to do
Oh why hast thou murdered those who see the most in search of a true thrill or clue

Don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die... [throughout]

There's something wrong here where the best ones want to go
Parker, Lautreamont, Monroe they held it just to throw
The world away who were its grace before they left
To choose to have a point of view oblivious that leaves the rest of us bereft

There I see the piercing eyes that look through all until they see their back
There where any thought will think about itself and that's the only fact
There a man has left just death, delerium, and drugs, or feel the lack

The air is cool today the time is drawing near
My walls are white and so's my brain afloat in self-made fear
A banal feeling of the sort "I ain't insane"
No fate worse than to never leave yourself and it's as well the most repulsive pain

The air is cool today that whistles through my ribs
My skull is full of sand that dribbles down upon my bib
I call out "Baby" but her face looks like a clock
Tick tock, alive, triumphant victims so surprised we can't recover from the shock

Me, I like a joke as much as anybody else but some are rough
Yeah when the joke's on you though you're the joker too you've had enough
Then though there is no one there, because there's nothing there, you call your blu