Sunday, November 27, 2016

Love is the answer

They say love is the answer but it's nowhere to be found
They say love is the answer but I haven't seen it in a while
They say love can solve everything and it's gonna bring me back
So bring me back
They say love is the answer, life was longer when you were around

They say love is the answer
But all I hear is their talk
They said love is the answer
And then they granted me one wish
They said love is the answer
But she was faster
Already waiting on a bed made of gold

It's all good
My heart is made of leaves and waiting


Saturday, November 26, 2016

Crazy archetype

Crazy means different. Crazy means living differently than men and misogynist women want you to. Crazy means that you react negatively to the pressure they want to put on you. Crazy means that it's not all games to you and they've taken it too far. Crazy means that it's all dead serious and you're not fun. Crazy means that they went too far thinking you girls are all the same.
Crazy means that you think differently. Crazy means that androgynous people are born despite of the fact that patriarchy sees all women as good to fuck. Crazy means that you have to be good with emotions, it has to be your forte, let me destroy your logic to prove you wrong. Oooh, you're not the master of emotions, sorry, you're crazy now. Thanks to me and patriarchy dot com. Crazy means they they come after what's most intimate to you to make you crazy. Because it turns out that you didnt want any of it. And then they encourage to make it more personal, to make it more intimate but then it breaks you and makes you crazy. You're a serious person. Your observations? Ability to put yourself in the shoes of other? It has to be about you personally. because you see, I've done so many bad things to girls like you that I need to take your intimacy out of you to feel something. We're all psychopaths deep inside. I know it's completely unnecessary but why not make it more tragic? You know, let's act like you have some other personality down there. You'll be sorry that you don't. Let's hit you till you break. There has to be a scar on every bone, lemme show you what I can do with my dick, just wait. Our guilt is still running down the drain. We'll put handcuffs on your life and you're going to live it the way we want. We're going to make people scared of you so they'll doubt your every move... I know girls like you. It's gonna be fun. There has to be something deep inside... oh... it's your stomach. oh well. We'd expected you to be someone completely different. Goodbye.

Better shirt

So she picked for you better shoes and a better shirt
Now you're wearing them proudly
To forget about me
So you got a steady job
Working from nine to five
Then you're taking her for a dinner and a movie
Like that's everything that could be

And I'm thrift shopping
For love on the streets
And I'm still hoping
To set myself free
Do you remember that
There was nothing certain
When you were with me

So you're finally who you are,
Is that who you are?
So you have everything that you wanted
Is it all?
But do you remember
That there was nothing certain
When you were with me

She picked for you better shoes and a better shirt
And I'm thrift shopping for love on the streets 


Monday, November 21, 2016

...

Self-destruction turns into construction or points of stillness
Equations of equilibrium, positions of balance
A bit of violence in my cup

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Life of charcoal

My dead limbs spread all over the floor
I flew away for just one night
I kept drawing it inside of my thighs
Hoping to keep you away
Now you're pouring life into me
Or I'm pouring it myself 
That lie you told slipped all over my house

I'm flashing my bones to show you
I'm still here
Demons are singing my name
I'm flashing my bones to show you
I'm still here
Demons are signing my name
And I'm setting up a choir

It's just another, just another day in the life of charcoal

Your hunger made me imbalanced
Then it broke my heart
We're living in a land
Where we believe in free will
But you're dancing on my testament
And I'm plastering my walls
It was really cute, like a raped unicorn
You were pretending to wear my name
Then I noticed your stone hanging around my neck

I'm flashing my bones to show you
I'm still here
Demons are singing my name
I'm flashing my bones to show you
I'm still here
Demons are signing my name
And I'm setting up a choir

It's just another, just another day in the life of charcoal


Thursday, November 17, 2016

One step too low

You have never cut this cord have you
You're still trying to find out who plays it best
It's always you, we're stumbling upon you
When you're taking what's mine
It's still about you
Right?

And It's just one step too low

It was fine, I had my umbrella
Using it each night when something slipped
Now I'm mostly on my knees praying
While you're listening through the wall
thinking I'm talking about you

And it's just one step too low

I guess it was my business
but then you sold it too cheaply
To the strangers passing by
Munching on the sacred part
I have buried in me so deeply
You have a sweet tooth
but you took it too far

And it's just one step too low

I'm lost I'm finding definitions
For your borrowed power
And the hole in me
You always cut to the core
But this time you have cut mine

And it's just one step too low 


Saturday, November 12, 2016

Amidst the waves

What have you done to me?
Now I'm choking while I speak
I'm finding my way out the hole you dug
Explosions took me to a foreign place
And I'm still amidst the waves

What have you done to me?
Now I'm choking while I speak

They say it's always your fault so I'm grabbing my skin
To let my dog bark
They say it's always your fault so I'm grabbing my skin
To let my dog bark
Now I'm broken and I'm soft and I'm exactly the way you like
And I'm finding my way out

All the angels locked out of heaven are dancing
And we're dancing thanks to all the angels locked out of heaven
So please excuse me for staying asleep through one more night