Lyrics:
Never bury me, just burn my body and then carry me
My ashes inside a necklace where inherently I apparently provide some good luck
Or something mystical and stuff, but take my sincerity sparingly
For I am truly unsure if I’d like to be down in the dirt
Or have my ashes kept well above the earth
I ponder this now without dreaming
I am awake and anxiously awaiting
A new creative birth to achieve a greater sense for my own self worth
I should make this chorus line into a shirt
But instead I'll just flirt with my ego some more and try to overcome
Even though I'm feeling dumb, and out of touch
I'll polish up my blades so I never get ate up
Keep my head above the water while I'm searching for life's bluff
Pile denial until it scrapes against my gut
Carving layers into the of this carnal layers fluff
Until its dissipating and I become displaced, miraged
Hidden behind funky persiflage--Demigod, holding this rod
Lit with lightning cast down from ancient MODs
Nodding off, naughty cough, no voice to talk
No glands to rock, been bloody shot,
Medicine's in the cabinet, but I think it's locked

My mind AWAKE!
Electrocuted by my headphones…by my headphones
Astral project, connect right to my headstone

Keep it under wraps I am massively passive
But I come strapped just in case with blade in backpack
Proud of my outlandish perspective, even though no one respects it
It seems its now just the state of our Earth
To act open minded and puff up your girth, trying to serve
Crossover naivety and nerves
But then when the time is nigh you run and hide, a prairie dog down into the dirt
Rip off my shirt to your my worth my conscience and ties to birth
As I lie here and work the timeline that’s twerked
Our history got merc’d and now it’s all merged
So take that, and douse yourself with gas and burn
Cellular re-learn to earn the life yearned for
Tapped out at the realization of four walls erected
With nowhere left for me to turn

My mind AWAKE!
Electrocuted by my headphones…by my headphones
Astral project, connect right to my headstone

Sometimes water is alive, and when it is…
It asks for a dead man’s head, a dead man’s head