With no soul, I'm on holidays.
I feel blue, near thundering waves.
I'm poetry in motion, but I'm always bored senseless.

I'm just a melody in an ocean of noises.

Memento mori, memento mori.
Life's dead boring, from day to day.
Memento mori, memento mori.
A pool of dread in deserts of dismay.

Death is not early, I am late.
Tall skeleton drunken, with flesh.
As much as piña coladas & pools refresh.
Travels unravel my fleeting human state.

Here comes the reaper
Get lost, you, eternal fuck!

Memento mori, memento mori.
Life's dead boring, from day to day.
Memento mori, memento mori.
A pool of dread in deserts of dismay."