This Life Is A Slow Death

Well, I’m not socially redundant
I’ll raise a glass to anything
But get me started on the hard stuff
And I will let the Trojans in

I am the toil of Solzenhitsyn
I am the beast that beauty mocks
I am the soul of Kasper Hauser
I am Pandora in the box

Well, I’m not allowed to say
But I’ll say it anyway
This life is a slow death
Well, I’m not allowed to say
But I’ll say it anyway
This life is a slow death

I carry letters from the frontline
Quilled in blood and sealed in wax
And I have orders from the generals
Who chink their glasses at the back

So do not ask me for my politics
Or I will pull you like a plug
My tongue’s a razor in the bath soap
I do not march to any drum

Well, I’m not allowed to say
But I’ll say it anyway
This life is a slow death
Well, I’m not allowed to say
But I’ll say it anyway
This life is a slow death
Well, I’m not allowed to say
But I’ll say it anyway

Well, my song it is not dulcet
And this guitar, I cannot play
But I have friends in lower places
And they will clap just when I say

I’ve left my skeleton to science
For I am spineless and naive
I leave my heart pressed like a flower
For it did nothing but deceive