conversation with death (collab with fia)

well…
that’s that?
no trumpet
no light at the end of the tunnel
no heavenly slideshow of my greatest hits?
I figured there’d at least be music
what did you do with all that noise
that I died in?

You make me laugh
You complain of the noise
I give you deathly silence
You want light?
You feel at home in darkness
Music?
That was a gift in life
Fucker your dead

so…
can I have a drink now
or do you run a dry operation?
that would be cruel
givin a man eternity and not a single pour
i’ve spent years pretendin water was enough
what do you even serve the dead
unless…
wait…is this hell?
is the afterlife just an endless hangover?

Damn
I forgot to give you the welcome note.
A drink?
Sure, dive into the lake of alcohol.
Oh shit, forgot to tell you.
In death, you lose your taste buds.
At least you can’t die twice

I already miss things
stupid things
the way my keys feel in my pocket
the sound of a lighter sparkin on the first try
the little stick in the damper pedal
how music sounded
when I still believed I was good
fuckin pasta salad man
I really miss that
guess that probably says somethin bout me?

I can offer you these things
Make your death easier
(laughing) I’m lying
Its funny, you could not complete a thing in life
In death now you …miss it?

I know I’m supposed to say
I miss people I love…ain’t I?
I don’t
they’ll all rewrite me
into somethin nicer anyway
into somethin I’m not
guess that’s grief tho
editin the bastard outa someone
but how do you stomach watchin that
knowin you’re the reason they get to pretend?

Were you paying any attention in life
They rewrote who you were right in front of your eyes
“Oh he’s a good man, good soul”
Lies, lies , lies
In their minds, they say
‘The fuckers twisted, and we just have to endure.’
Any questions?

no
I don’t really have questions
I already know the meanin of life is 42
and if that’s the answer
I should’ve checked out last year
what was the extra year for
bonus round or punishment?

There is a meaning to every life
You’re smart and stupid at the same damn time
42 you say. That was not the number
I gave you one more year to tie things up
Instead, you did what you always do
(puff, puff inhale and blow)

I thought there’d be somethin more
a rulebook
a welcome speech
at least a hint
but it’s just stillness
just you hangin there
lookin at me like i’m supposed to be grateful
how long you gonna stand there starin
before you decide if i was worth the trouble?
or is that the trick
you don’t decide at all
I ramble til i vanish and we call it peace?

I speak, and you do not hear
As always, the only sound you register is the sound of your own voice
You want rules, a book or me to tell you what to do
Why?
Your discomfort is more pleasurable to watch
You would not follow it anyway.
Your hell is …..
See, you could not hear me
Being that I feel generous
Here you go
Your magnum opus
A song that will never be played or heard

Your welcome