Come on Dead Man!

I don't know where it ends,
my music has never felt so bad,
closed down, for sale, it has no chance
to be played loud in the air.

And winter comes here to freeze
bodies and souls and energy.
It makes me see the cage I'm in,
it should be automatic to be free.

Ten dead songs and nobody knows but me,
ten dead songs and nobody moans but me,
when all is pornography
you kill, kill kill,
kill, kill, kill.

Mayday! I'm gonna crack,
you'll find my pieces on the ground.
Sad memories I left they're here to hurt again,
and I can feel the cage I'm in
it should be automatic to be free.

Ten dead songs and nobody knows but me,
ten dead songs and nobody moans but me,
if this was pornography...
And you get one more damned song
but I'm not pornography,
you kill, kill, kill,
kill, kill, kill,
oh you have just killed, killed, killed,
killed, killed, killed.