The Excellence of Being Alive
Raise your finger
And show the whole world
Who’s your favorite singer,
Who retreat of the wall.
Biggest mirror
Hanging over me.
I’m just thinking
My chest cracked, probably.
I would rather lie on the sand
While the list comes to me
And believe that street rock band
Can kill Death before I see.
Dream of leather seats,
On which you will never flop.
Prostrate until you meet
Your great name at the top.
It’s a privilege to be alive,
Well-kept secret for a good price.
So, so sad that makes you cry,
But Death won’t take you twice.
