A line of naked empty faces Was stacked up in the courtyard Stripped with shiny matching fabrics Big ideas, flowing down the drain Like tasteless grains
Decisive force must be used He spoke as people fell to the ground Truth has been strained for too long Now the muscles had to burst Well you seem so
(In due time, it has turned from an existential hurdle to a human resource) I've locked myself out Strands of me everywhere You brought me here to swap
Played with my troops in the litter box Hungry sandworms on the prowl Left me with plastic toys Raincoats worrying in forests of me I percolate, oozing
Sometimes I feel My only duty in this world Is passing organic objects Straight into the sea Sometimes, I fill myself With lead Climb the highest Mountain
I used to cherish Those flickering sounds and lights Now molts are my main concern I smolder and count, forth and backwards Frothing and scolding Bewailing
I am surrounded by remote controls The bright white sky is staring back at me While trying to avoid a programmed path A staler path cannot be bounced
It feels strange To be human again To crawl out of this static cocoon I am very creative With my back against the wall I am sure I'm completely uncertain
Life contains many headaches Like a stroll in the desert, Without a map We're forced to choose The most pleasant path we can find Towards oblivion Don
Always but a passenger And not really there I make room for the consignment I relinquish my breath To sneeze immortality at the sight of your missing
Look how that man is snowing Inhaling through one nostril I feel so at ease, to be down on my knees (again) She used to have a cryophyte, Now she only
Please don't feed me With useful information I need to keep myself distracted Disguise my aspirations in the night And if it wasn't for the digits I
It's easy to be constantly afraid Of something you cannot ever change And once again I am amazed At how reality can spoil a good memory Lately, my concrete
This wooden heart bleeds for no one Stapling medicine onto their eyes This cardboard box has filled its purpose Our society is counting on you To paint
This is all I ever wanted Yet I dont feel too whole Theres some dirt between the wheels I can never find a way To have them removed Stock exchange hamsters
Complete detachment A punching bag's constant attempts To overthrow its masters She will fall in between the cracks As did all the other stations Man'
