The Incognito Soul - No vertigos please

A heart that’s filled up like being buried alive
“Occupational hazards” that slowly poison you

Bruises getting sourer than
an astronaut’s vertigo
Bruises are left to be unhealed

Sorry, Doctor! Your medicine isn’t working

Looking so sipped off and drained
Devoid of any humanity’s stain

Thinking of drowning down

the system that’s already dead and down
We haven’t heard from them longtime and again
But please let me take a more cautious,

loyal approach to you all over again
A slow poisoning of carbide, formalin

to finally having pure, clean cyanidical mayhem…

No vertigos and no more spinning please
No vertigos and no more spinning please
No vertigos and no more spinning please
Peace with myself at last,
Peace with myself at last

This is my final epitaph, my choking heartache

No vertigos and no more spinning please
No vertigos and no more spinning please
No vertigos and no more surprises please

But still what a wonderful feelings I had, I remember now

Such a wonderful heavenly bliss it was

No vertigos and no more spinning please (let me steer up to eternal bliss)
No vertigos and no more spinning please (let me steer up to eternal bliss)
No vertigos and no more spinning please (let me steer up to eternal bliss)