Walk down the line
down the line of insurgency
and you’ll see a man sobs
Turn the world upside down
I walk north, you walk south
blatant distinction
we’ll end up next to each other again
It’s ok if you didn’t prepare for this
rather amusing I must say,
but the story has just begun
though I’m not having fun.
Dial, dial that line
forget about the talking rabbit
she doesn’t know much about you
Treble too high,
mundane affection.
And once again the world triumphs
over my weakened state of self-disgust
a never ending search for a glimpse of a perfect world
in this fucking stupid panoramic smile that i’d never understand
i feel pathetic for standing on a sinking boat again and again
never wanting to learn how to swim
because i’m afraid, i’m scared that i’d lose the boat and i don’t want to arrive in paradise without it
so where can i breath the air peacefully
without having to die in the process?
why does blood taste so sweet?
why do i celebrate with tears in my mind?
and i despise all your egoistic answers
because i hate you even more when you’re right
