mushrooms in a cup of sadness

i can´t make a deal with the poison

cuz the poison never does it clean

and i can´t trust in my human vision

to discern what every single sign means

so i play the blind mouse

sheltered by its own madness

i shake my only coin in a cup

cup of sadness

maybe i´m wrong

but the pieces have found their due place

it´s a heart bombing across the night

an act to put an end to a certain race

so i try to get high

with the mushrooms in my cup

i take the last dry gulp

of icy cold sadness

i´m a stupid alice

who found the hanger instead of the hatter

these empty days have an unseen power

to melt the weakest grey matter

so i pretend i´m sleeping

and dreaming of gladness

while the bad angel keeps on peeping

thru the handle of my cup of sadness