Under the radioactive rain
Be aware you're gonna lose your hair
I'm so-so stinky like the air
Swallow the radio-shower, it's fair

When the poet is dead
Everything is said

When you're dead the party starts
You know it's fun to say nasty things
It's lack of confidence
Be confident now spread your wings

What shape do you want to take
God the cosmic bioinformational field
Kiss me my pillow lover
You'll be arrested later by the guilt

When the poet is dead
Everything is sad

The music scares i sing for myself
Money is energy
All my money ends
Gangbang my aura hope it mends

Afraid to fall asleep
When the spiritual personal growth hits
You can't see no sense, why feeding cats?
Fighting back is a mistake

There's hair on my fingers look at my hands

I forgot my face
There is no right, forgot your face
And didn't remember before your sight
It's a sad clown role, when you're dead you get back home

When the poet is dead everything is said!