When I Was Dead

When I Was Dead
I danced till the asphalt drank the spilt blood of my feet
As they dragged across the heat
Tripping against music and beats
I danced when I was dead

When I was dead
The dust I kicked was bread in their mouths
Crutching their crotches while they went down south
Hiding their faces behind blotches
And showing their teeth before jumping on the bus

When I was dead
Freedom rose from my head
With sounds that pointed straight towards the cradle of a man
Whose name is the chill that the blizzard carries forth
I danced when I was dead

When I was dead
I opened the hole in my face
And while I kept the faith and prayed for grace
The grey days grew out in a fall of colours
Even though it never went anywhere
Even though it never went anywhere

But despite my demise
When I scribbled with my prize
In red-eyed hours I rise with volumous cries
Begging with hands slapped together
Under the cheap glow of the nightly moonlight
My soul was genius

For six time-filled months
Losing hours upon hours through a window to the world
I was alive even though I was dead
Pounding and strumming and picking and screaming
And plucking and poking
And grabbing hope from the unreachable-ness that was lurking behind somewhere
Somewhere out there
Somewhere over the rainbow
Where skies are blue and pink and stinks
I was alive even though I was dead

When I was dead
I danced till the asphalt drank the spilt blood of my feet
As they dragged across the heat
Tripping against music and beats
I danced… and I danced… and I danced… till I came alive