No Rhyme Or Reason Dead Man

There is no rhyme or reason For the things I do to her I should be ecstatic That we can communicate But it's never good enough for me Just like it was When I was alive I am so addicted to her There is just no rhyme or reason For the things I do to you There is just no rhyme or reason For what I've let myself become Have I become a lunatic Since I met my demise This is such a beautiful song That I'll f*ck up Just like in my other life I was a f*ck up Now I'm just a lunatic I'm just a lunatic I'm just a lunatic