Bad Trip

Hi, it’s you again
You haven’t changed at all
The same uniform
The same way of holding a gun
Like you were a son

Arrived with the calm
Of one guest
Offering us
One more dip of that same chalice
And, surprisingly, we accept

You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad trip
But without the trip

You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad

Sat on the armchair
Took out his boots
Left his things
We lost on our own house
What a fucking bad trip

I think I’ll die
I’ll die, I have already died?
Will this bad trip go away?
It will never go
And I’ll live here
In this craziness

You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad trip
But without the trip

You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad

You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad trip
But without the trip

You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad trip
You’re a bad