Waking upWaking up,a sudden stop,dozzing off,a dream of love.Second try,a loud denny,life's a dream,so it might seem.damn life's real,fucking big deal,have to wake,a hit to take.What a slap,no waking up,leave me alone,the bed is my home.Damn, go away,I'm here to stay,sight is a blur,coffee's a lure.Oh that sweet scent,sleepwill makes bend,ready to break,a hot coffe shake.Cigarete smoke,oh what a joke,no time to snork,I'm off to work!
In VainI've got to tell a story,One which't you'l probably know,no it's not of ritches, nor glory,it's of an experience painfull and slow.This story first time said,yet known by most,a story of a vain attempt,of an "organ" temporarily lost.Reading this here,is proof, that this you allready know,how it feels loosing that organ so dear,the wrong feeling that makes your head blow.And this is how the story goes:it begins with birth and life,it begins with high parental hopes,and goes on with times of trouble and strife.No, the offspring's not the problems cause,like the most of you might think,but having parents on high-hopes overdose,can turn the offspring depressed in an eye-blink.And so problems gave birth to more problems still,in fact too much for a young person to take,turning the person almost literaly ill,problems rampage in the youngesters world leaving destruction in wake.Defenses had to be raised fast,the worst to hapen - I fear to tell,and so the young person
Budhistic ChantDalai Lama, Dalai Lama,Lay a dama, Lay a dama,Damn a llama, damn a llama,llama llama..duck?t'was art theft! FUCK!
Don'tDon't extinguish what doesn't burn youThere was once a small stinking town,that the people there could call their own,near the town there was a stinking wood,which the ranger took care of as good as she could.But one day the wood catched fire,oh, a spectacle to admire,the ranged rushed into town,and raised her petty alarm.The town oh good people,not a single whore,sutch people we all must adore.They rushed into the wood,and extinguished all they could.And as the rescue action roamed,in one of those houses.. a cooker of milk boiled.As the ranger thanked and flutered her eye-lashes.The stinking litle town burned down to ashes.
Once upon a timeOnce upon a time there was a time upon a Once,and so Death crept up and did a litle dance.Oh yes Death danced, for you see,dead's not what an Once's suposed to be.To this story there's no hidden plot,for that Certain Once has gone trough alot,being alive for too long you know,can make everyones lifeswill pretty low.And so Death greeted Once: "HELLO!",The dying Once glad: "Hey! Glad to see you Joe","Did you bring your scythe? Cause you know, I'l glady go","Yes, I was bussy, but wouldn't want to keep you tho"."So, where would you like to be?Siting on Gods or Alahs knee?Or do you like Shiva and Vishna?Maybe you where a recruit at Hare-Krishna?""I don't know which heaven to choose...I'l try with God, what do I've got to loose?I'm fed up with living, it's crap,would you deliver me to his lap?"
dunnoA petrified kid,will scare the shit,from the rabid plush,with some sticky mush.A chamois mouse,in a derelict house,bum's gone rich,today I've met a witch.And concrete peace,has random shake fits,some negative light,shining from the heart.I like peacebut I also like cheese,Oh yes, I sure like peace,but I also like cheese.Jesus in a hole,a wet tobaco roll,a truly happy slave,a beheaded knave.A cheshire cat,ants are smoking pot,dry bathroom tiles,catapult killing flies.Blackly blooming meat,fishes tasting sweet,a political deviant,an azilum worker cunt.Solitary space,light is loosing pace,antilopes eating a gator,end ending with: REFRIGERATOR!!