let me tell you the story of my psychedelic suicide
I wiped out on a brainwave and drowned in the insanity
I reached for the diamond at the center of the universe
but I woke up the shadow and cried out in delirium
the vampire called me to the fountain of misery
he told me to sacrifice an angel there
the demon was hungry for black nightshade and opium
and the nuclear winter rained down over everything
love I’ll follow you to your tomb
I went out looking for the gatekeeper of paradise
they tell me he lives at the crossroads of here and there
he has the body of an old man and the soul of a chameleon
with a sword in his hand he guards the way to happiness
love I’ll follow you to your tomb
life is an ashtray for things I wish I’d never done
and love is a futile protest against oblivion