When I die, the blood will be the poison, will rock and roam
And, and I will welcome the artist to drink the-
The remaining blood and then eat my flesh off
It'll be, it'll be like the alter
When I'm dead, I will somehow still remain in this universe
Somewhere, somehow
I'll be here some-, in some form
Where I'll be going to, the next rendezvous, so we speak
I'll be going to the next party
I'm really, I'm actually quite excited, I'm looking forward to it
Because, I mean this, this world here, it's really great to be able
To live the way you want, as far as you want
Quite rational, we learn every day, make it excited, make it dangerous
So when you die, you sort of go off into like another world
Probably in the next world, who knows?
I mean it, because I'm an alien in this world
The next world could be mine
