Why don't you leave us discarnate souls

alone in the dark of night to play

with the dreams we lived and are stuck with now?

 

We're happy in our misery,

happy to sleep throughout your day

at night to live in mystery. 

 

That's when you come with all your tackle

to prove our existence as if we care

to be revealed in your screwed up world.

 

All you seek is to have a cause,

we're just the effect that gives you pause,

and a nice little shudder, a psychic smell

to fit inside your sense of hell. 

 

Go back to your dear ones, let them care

for all the worldly goods, and stare

in the mirror to prove your bright existence

while we are truly dearly free

in our apocalyptic misery.