he talks about cremation
stabbing westward into
his chest would hurt
why not get burnt
until he's black ash

he has death on his brain
he's contemplating
a dangerous game
pin the tail on
the grim reaper
and nobody knows

he's a friend of mine
turning it over on a dime
wishing now was the time
why not today he says
they never gave him a chance

he has death on his brain
he's contemplating
a dangerous game
pin the tail on
the grim reaper
and nobody knows

he has me thinking too
why live when i can choose
right from wrong and
wrong the rights in my life
things will be better after tonight

he has death on his brain
he's contemplating
a dangerous game
pin the tail on
the grim reaper
and nobody knows

you'll all be sorry
when you find my body
or lack there of it
the book was so clear
now i've dissapeared
into the sky as smoke
living free just as i wrote
and i'll live forever through
my words on a page
a man dead at a young age