Dust is swirling outside
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I tip it to the windowsill
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I turn off the flickering lamp
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I close the blinds
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Vim, it's going to hurt
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When I go among them
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Within those city walls
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Where pigs don't sleep
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That's why I stay home
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With wormy eyes
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Penicillin's number one friend
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I take a beer from the fridge
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While it's on TV right now and I'll be fresh
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Fresh as a flood in your crotch
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I will invite my neighbor to strip
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As long as the husband has a night shift
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The body can't take this anymore
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Being as raw and stinky as a train station
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I took a bath next to the couch
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Penicillin started kicking in, I'm fine
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I laugh to myself, this is not trendy
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This is not decadence, this is not dandy
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I wash my conscience and sip my time
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I hear a voice from the apartment next door
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I kick the wall, what does it do?
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A shy character in a single apartment plus solitude
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I wash my conscience and sip my time
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I hear a voice from the apartment next door
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I kick the wall, what does it do?
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A shy character in a single apartment plus solitude
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I'm like Obelix
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I fell into the penicillin potion
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And since then, I've been kind of screwed
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Reason does not listen to the soul
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The soul bleeds and won't go out the door
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The body is a bit screwed
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The body doesn't know what to do |
Portion it, have it for dinner
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I can only hear echoes in the mirror
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I was looking for love, didn't find it in bed
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Damn, I'm an adult
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I cut myself off
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He made him into a statue of an almighty lord
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Lord of my reality
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I hid it deep in the closet
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Let me sleep peacefully now
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In the corner of the room is a stargate
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Sometimes I jump into it, but today I don't
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I'm just doodling today
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I'm writing shit on the wall
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That I know the exact date of the end of the world
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Hey shit
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That day is damn nearer
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I'm watching myself from the couch as I write this
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Maybe he didn't hear me, maybe he can't see me
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I have to be quiet
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Pretrem your eyes may disappear
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And he's still in the room
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And he must stay in it forever
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I did something terrible
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I'm hiding from myself in that room
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And the main thing is to stay where the sun can see
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No one tells you where to go
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It gives no hope
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All you have to do is stroke the plush, chase the dick
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And you heat the hash
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Plus the story behind the blind
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Where a pedophile old man lies in wait for his chosen one
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I stare at the twinkling windows with a bottle of wine
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People are satisfied that they don't have to perceive
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The TV glow shines like a UFO out
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A living requiem for a dream |
Nobody knows how to get out
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Everything is flat, shallow genres, art
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We all have our stash in crowns like Bart
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The smell of days is a sour brook
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The sidewalks of the city follow our every step like a prison
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It's like crawling out of the grave
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A cunt who forgot to age
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I want to blend in with the wallpaper
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I can't avoid ghosts
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Which I see in the corner with a bang |