I wanna die a slow death
I wanna be the person lying rotten in
the filthy basement apartment
I want the death of elvis
i want the moarn and all the tears
i wanna be killed by a psycotic fan who never knew my mind or plans
I wanna die with noise
the trembling earthquakes and the freezing winter void
I wanna die with colours
all the beauty of the world in falling waterfalls
of bloodred pearls
i wanna die with humour
with a satisfactured smile
on two pale blue lips which never even got to say the silent last goodbye |