if my words sting: your contribution cannot justify

what a fucking waste of time, at least we got to try

rocking the boat as we clashed paddles, opposing forces

collision that sparks the world ender, about time we get in

the mix of tryouts that give everyone just their fair share of hell

hey mister bossman won't you lend me shelter, feed and guide me

towards a better reality than the one making me feel down

like proper shit down my throat, stepped on a mighty pothole

is this disease of circunstance irreversable and ever suddenly

forever calling foward, fighting, a cold fire poking and pestering

lie to me and bury me slowly so to better entertain my enemies

curse this road, all the traffic and the deadman whose amputation

will not aid any ressurection nor CPR that much I know!?

my heartbeat is out of control and I am afraid to inhale in case my ribcage gives in

the timer has ticked over and the devil is urging me to act out

if god would send me an angel would I recognize it?

a giving gift filled with grace and no trickery

nor disappointment or poison to curve my smile

May, April soon turns to June, July

where the waves are not not alike

and the ground turns just as

we found ourselves lagging behind

beneath the burst of radiance we shrink

cower in the dilluded rain we mistook for gold

the very air fellow humans is polluded

we shot, we strangle those we are instructed to

blue hair, blue lips, blue skies

fair skin, marble bones, white crumbling nails

nimble nibbbles and disassemble, rearrange what's left

so easily agony dearest takes hold of me

back turn to the sun, interaction an enemy

the very air an obscure premonition of what can be

lucidity a fantasy that makes me livid, now that's beginning

to feel old: I surrender.