Beehoover - Fisherman Lyrics

My body is a lame bunch of cells
At my journey's end
For a lap of honour
I am beggin' for a last resort
I wanna be something different
I wanna be something better for me

Hey grim reaper
I'll play a trick on you
You whore of god
I hate you

When it gets dark
I will not follow
Into the light
Refusal of obedience
Incised into my eyes
Black candles
Alternative sun
Is my guidance

I need more opiate
Into my veins
Negative velocity
To the max
A positive reduction
Expanding myself and i
I hate that clock over there
It is not in place and time
O shit

Catch me if you can
Make a good catch now
Cast a net over me
For my greasy soul
Fisherman

My last breath
Save it carefully
Into a plastic bag
And push it back
Into my rotten body
For some seconds more
For some minutes more
For my life encore