(Benson)



My life in the D is a tragicomedy

A poetic verse

It's voodoo, some say, black magic ettouffe

A dead man's curse

It's just like the Egyptian tombs

It's tunnels leading to empty rooms

Skeptics think it's a doctored photo

Of a U.F.O. (U.F.O.)



You're wasting your breath on life after death

'Cause I'm almost sure

If hell does exist, then the Devil's a scientist

Finding the cure

It's life, microscopic-size

Unseen by the naked eye

The answer's encoded with ink

That's invisible



When God made the earth and saw his net worth

He posed for a shot

And life in the D is what was handed to me

And that's what I've got

It's all just a hologram

Locked in a vault, it's a cryptogram

A lie on the polygraph test

It's undetectable

It's undetectable