Dancehall

Sometimes I think that life is just a game.

And I get the urge to jump in front of a moving train.

But like some kind of sick joke, you keep me alive.

Every time I pass out you're there to revive.

But when I die, cremate me. Turn my ashes into diamonds

And turn those shining diamonds into a crystal ball.

Make it the centerpiece, glimmering and shimmering,

Spinning from the ceiling, in the middle of the dancehall.