Heart's on fire

Classic colors of blue and red,

What would I wear if I were dead,

To my funeral, my wake;

A long procession.

I'd have an intermission;

Where I would change for these bells...

Are to ring for a different occasion...

A union of the fittest and youth- proclamation.

I'd rather be dead then spend time;

With uncertainty and give in to conformity,

And assimilation...

For the closest animal is a tramp

And with lovely vibrations from his crotch

And expressions of his face

Send me to the moon

I'd rather be dead than give in to a fool

I'd rather be dead than be in primary colors... I'd rather be dead than fall in the deep end. My heart's on fire with no hope for a solution. A Cartier and Balenciaga and Libertine wish is all I want at the conclusion.