Dead to the world I am Death as an illusion of phantasm Imaginary House You're in my fantasy land Success is shaking hands We're all on top of things I love the mornings when I get to colour myself in I get no nourishment I am a sour boy in a golden crown Yeah there's always ups and downs But I'm getting tired of the runaround To achieve and to avoid To chew or spit it out I love the mornings when I get to colour myself in red How nice, to feel nothing How nice, to feel nothing I am man incomplete there is no light left in me How nice, to feel nothing There is no when or why It is just me inside this mystery It's becoming zebra striped It's all gone black and white and I know it's not just me Why won't you name your price I'll pay it 15 times I love the mornings when I get to colour myself in red Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha How nice, to feel nothing How nice, to feel nothing I am man incomplete there is no light left in me How nice, to feel nothing