[Funkduder]

Half-awakened poetry rant time (becuase I'm to tired to wait without sleeping):

Half-awakened, half-asleep,
without a head or a heart.
The man in the corner
he killed my body, a lifeless heap
In exchange for the chest, the key, the chart
A mourner must he be.
But the dead who aren't rising,
hate this living dead.
and fill the mourners with dread.
till the misericorde rises up from the deep,
and the man himself falls half asleep.