Schizophasia stage 4

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!