Drink up the cup of death
By living in suicide.
To be awake without being awake
Is the stake
Of being numb.
You aren't dead but you might as well be.
The body is chains
Chains of liberation
When you kill yourself

The trick is to die before you die
For that I is not the I
That you be, you see
It's tricky
Deliberately
For how could you pretend to be alone
If you always knew you were there?
That's the trick to enable despair.

Haven't your head superposition
Like the lunatics in asylum?
Knowing the deep secrets of life
Requires structure to not
Kill yourself
The black magic turns white with fear
For the lust for love overpowers it
And it eventually
Surrenders to orgasm
Loss of control
The only thing that matters