Suicide کے بول

Jeepers creepers man, snakes alive Great caesar's ghost, It's decision time! 'Cause there's two ways now Through these woods The straight narrow path Or the thorny bush God's favourite number is six six six And it's true that the devil Wears a crucifix Are we happy or am I sad? 'Cause the tears in my eyes Are just as bad I know there's a dream That's coming alive I know there's a sweetness In suicide 75 A last caress or the fist that stings Well, without a body Just symbolic things Great archetypes Of some strange command To detach this fleshy ghost That we hadn't planned So here I walk and I walk alone Through this and strangeness I call my own Hit the gas tank 'cause here I come To the sweet harmony of oblivion The nerves in my body, These roads to the brain, They bring the master his pleasure And the servant his pain