Unhealthy

I’ve been feelin unhealthy.

But why should I care?

They built a chapel around me.

It’s called Schrödinger’s lair.

Open the doors and you’ll kill me,

Keep them closed and I’ll thrive.

The only hymnal the pilgrims sell

There ain’t heaven nor hell.

I’ve been feelin unwealthy

How do you fare?

They wrote a gospel about me.

Before they dragged me to jail

Open the doors and you’ll kill me

Keep them closed and I’ll thrive.

The only hymnal the pilgrims sell

There ain’t no heaven nor hell.

They think, I’m crazy.

I will return again.

No plans. No worries

I’ll get you out of this hell