than i paid a visit to my grave
 the crowd sitting outside called me brave
my hands were filthy, that's ain't i wanted
 i looked at fingers, disintegrating, and counted

i'm sleeping to complete my life
 i'm lying down to provoke my being to drive
i held my hands and made sure i'm asleep
 i'm so sad, they are happy, are the creep

middle of night gave me a knock
 on my grave, so i felt the stroke
i pushed the soil aside,
 so my eyes gotten wide
the corpse of happiness pulling her face down
 lying besidesm to me, since the time of aeon

so i stripped and danced a while
 she murmured the song of jimi, the voodoo chile
than she became bleak, and blue
 she uttered some words to ask a clue
how humans so laughing, when happiness
 lying, for so long, down six feet, amused