Oh, there are times that I feel so alone
No other way but call my therapist one the phone

Hello Doctor Rosas,
How are you going
In this merry afternoon?
I need to tell you:
- I feel no good…
No good...
I feel no good…
sh!

I feel like no good
Is ever possible
And that we are doomed
And that all is here for nothing at all
nothing at all

And that we are doomed
Like that old book of magic jews said

I feel like no god would ever watch this
Monkeys over rocks fighting
Hopeless storyboard, boring

And thats the stuff
That drag me down

And I don’t know
so help me out of so much
problems, dramas, dragging, drown me
grim me, rim me, in me, drowning me, dragging me down

Bear in mind, every time before you go to sleep
the absolute certainty that since immemorial times
beautiful things have popped into existence.

And yet I feel no good, no good.

No beautiful things pop into existence without
The touch of the muse
They are painful, little, ugly creatures
And they feed on properly presented,
Masterfully crafted human sacrifices

How do you feel misses muse?
If you are hungry my eyes
My knees, kidneys, my tongue and my lungs
They are promptly ready to die for you

I’m not in the right mood
You know I don’t feel good
Out of my head, you
Out of my head
In nomine patris et filii spiritus sancti
Amen, amen, amen

And I Believe
That the best part of the show
Is yet to come.