Jim Morrison talks a bit, that person that is no longer among us...

Let him be in rest. The man that has comitted so much excesses, at the end of his life searched for a peaceful state of mind, but because he was so much deep into "shit" he was just trying to survive his own mind.
His Doors are close for all times.

"Lament for the dead of my cock ... ALL JOIN NOW AND LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF MY COCK.
How to acquire death in the morning show.
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life.

Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr,
Sing your ode to my cock.
Caress its lament,
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen.
Lost cells,
The knowledge of cancer,
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift:
WORDS POWER TRANCE.
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Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you been forgotten the keys
to the Kingdom

Have you been born yet
& are you alive?

Let´s reinvent the gods, all the myths
of the ages

Celebrate symbols from the deep elder forests

[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]

Do you know we are ruled by TV

The moon is a dry bloor beast

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to perform art
& perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying

We live, we die
& dead not ends it

Journey we morn into the
Nightmare

We got our final vision by clap.
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I´m sick of dobt... i´m sick of doubt faces.
I want roses in my royal garden, royal babies. They are waiting on their royal garden. This other kingdom feels by far the best. I will not vail.

Bird afraid, bird afraid, bird afraid,
flying high, flying high
in the summer sky.

Bird afraid, bird afraid, bird afraid,
flying high, flying high
gently pass on by.

Bird afraid, bird afraid, bird afraid,
flying high, flying high
Am i going to die...

Bird afraid, bird afraid, bird afraid,
flying high, flying high
take me on your fly ...