Behind the post-mortem mask, my life
Is a mere platform for death
And I'll eat dandelions by the roots
By the time you'll let me kiss
Your frageria vesca lips
And though we share a time belt
And when we pray we worship the same God
In distant rhymes our hampered souls abode
In linear fashion
Our children will die
For all we live
In a world where suicide is
An olympic sport and even angels must pay tax
Oh how you lied to me when you said
This planet is my bare skin?
For don't you know the perfidious moon
Stares at us right from within
With skepticism, a pale gleam
For if you are my soulmate
Why do our souls sleep on seperate beds?
And our love drifts on the nomadic sands
In linear fashion
Our children will die
For all we live
In a world where suicide is
An olympic sport and even angels must pay tax
In linear fashion
Our children will die
For all we live
In a world where suicide is
A mandate from heaven, and that is why I say
Let's all get dead together
Put our dreams aside
Not care for one another
Swim in cyanide
Let's all get dead together
And go far away
On a cheap all-inclusive
Eternal Holiday
