Nobody's dead

I've got a cheap little book with my visions in it.
Got a pen and a speaker and a bong near it.
When I can dive deep I sometimes bring out a message.

I've got cannabis keeping my eyes red, got these
aching body blues,
got infinite amounts of shit
to choose from on t.v.
I've got electric eyes,
I can see past the skies
and beyond the limits of comprehension and that is how I know,
when I try to break through
to the other side with you,
we'll see nobody's dead.

I've got the inevitable
hormone havoc
and the impenetrable
heart of stone
as I just lay here
feeling oh so alone.
I've got marijuana resin on my fingers,
I've got a transparent temperament,
I've got a shrine of magick
to dwell in when I'm not in my element.

I've got wild hazy eyes,
and I've got a deep dream to die
but really no one can die though.

Oooohhhhh loveeee!
when I lay down to perish,
"Alright, alright, alright"
I'll still have another life to cherish.