Someone Big was born,
but if I could choose my day to die, it should be at Christmas.
My Funeral Rehearsal
I want to float in the sky, like a falling leaf, like a crushed moth, I want to float in the sky
I want to be your messiah, like a spoiled child, like a taboild gossip, I want to be your messiah
A throwaway dress and fake smiles, make your empty mind paralyzed
Your seeming friends, your cheap pride, you're just tired of telling lies
Nothing so ironic, you make me feel so
This is your fantasy you've believed in
