(Jim Morrison)

The death of art

Party all the time
Taking drugs and wine
All the time
All the time
All the pain is mine

Is this the life?
Is this the pain?
Is this the death?
Is this my death?
IS THIS THE DEATH?

The last cigarette
And soon
We're dead
We're dead

The doors are open
I see the light
I feel no pain
Mr. Morrison is waiting

(unvollendet)