FOUR WALL FREEDOM LP
MODERN MAN
You don't walk alone these roads.
You got your shame for company.
And i can see you getting stoned to the smell of bridges burning,
dancing to the sound of bones breaking,
lovelessly fucking till you go to the office in the morning.
Feel loved for every hit your parents gave you.
A blanket of guilt to keep you warm at night.
We struggle to live before we leave
just not in the right way.
SENSE PLEASER
This life kept the best for me in its end.
My decision falling off an open window was worth it.
My last wish was fulfilled as i crashed on cold concrete
and watched the distressed crowd gather around me.
Ecstasy through starving eyes.
For once,
the one that never felt wanted
is now
the center of attention.
BASEMENT RATS
Dirty old bastards starving for warmth.
A wreath of smoke embraces the room.
Sick and alone. Naked as born.
No future holds when growing old.
Losing faith in a world that doesn't care anymore.
We won't buy the souls you sold.
Orphans sing the abandonment blues.
Widows mourn in the evening news.
We're the high on low generation.
We won't buy the souls you sold.
Bring us back the days of gold.
Yet you look so beautiful under your wounds
and we never asked for perfection.
The kids of our days dream of other decades.
The nights of our waste were predicted as nightmares.
Remember to forget the best days.
VISUAL PAIN
That mirror broke seven years ago
Isn't this the choice you've been looking for?
Shoulders dropped. Fingers crossed.
You get wet with domestic pain.
Connection lost with the world and you,
You know the plot.
Yet you deny it all.
You only talk to the waitress, because, she talks to you first.
I can connect to your hunger.
Spending days in negative space.
You visualize the pain.
You want it all, but,
you don't get anything.
You visualize the pain.
We vizualize the pain.
HOLY WEIGHT
I walk past liquor stores and churches,
yet they offer me the same.
Cheap amusement for the senses.
A little further to ex-lovers.
A little closer to the end.
I'm left with long-time friends.
Black coffee and self hatred.
Abused by the unknown.
Only amused in my four wall freedom.
Give up on me while you are young,
this is all i got to know from god.
TEMPORARY COMPANION
Bad education prevails.
Puke and piss to build the foundation.
You worship tongues, while i practice death
for the day he finds me.
My catatonic sex toy devote your ego to me.
There's no god watching us.
In every face i meet misery.
Give me a womb to die in and get reborn again.
SEASONS
How can i still be here waiting?
Winter.
Spring.
Summer.
Autumn.
Love never met me in the meantime.
Winter again.
PATRIARCHY
Inside these walls of absence we are digging our holes.
Growing up in houses that never were our homes.
The house my father built is killing my inner will.
Inherited the name, but, never got any grace.
The doormat says "Stay Away" and i keep it this way.
Hold on to me. One day there will be. A place for us. A place called home.
Slap on the cheek,
a nice way to treat.
No goodnight kiss.
Just privacy please.
We defined ourselves to what we hate.
Whatever shines is gold when you got nothing at all.
VOIDEALISM
Walking on the sea of abstract simplicity
but in the end i say more than i should.
Theories dying in every day practice.
Stoned mouth and starving ears.
How much Life can you take?
"No comments" is still a comment.
Feed us with reality.
I only desired
this life to be mine
still, i'm
the last in line.
QUIET
I want to write a song
with every single word
yet not mean a thing.
In need of motivation
to crash with every culture.
I want my name on your list.
Give me history with no mystery
and evenings open for everyone to visit.
It feels so cold inside the deserts of the soul.
Keep me clean with all my stains
and let me loose.
Always keep for me an excuse
and keep in mind to feel.
I only steal to stay real.
YOU WILL BECOME LIKE YOUR FATHER
Early morning crucifixion.
There will be no books written for the day i die.
Just a humble dinner
serving sex & diets.
Living alone
Dying with my complexes
I miss the comfort in being sad
A constant repetition
in limited editions
Born unfortunate,
Born unfortunately.
The people and the mistakes
You won't meet them again
Death will find you in them.
I burn the way money burns.
BEDROOM NIHILIST
Felt unable to fit
in a world of nauseous ideas
full time nothings rusted
short atonic everything
only staying
for a moment.
I'm the first one clapping for myself to quit.
Dreaming of love
in this union of egoists
feels like sending a letter to god
he will never write back.
