Thursday, May 28, 2015

Affe

Ich blute Wahnsinn.
Ich bin der Wahnsinn.
Ich bin der Wahnsinn, dass euch Angst!
Ich bin Vernunft in einer verrückten Land.

Und sie sagen:
Tanz Affe, tanz Affe, tanz.
Tanzen wild, tanzen wild, tanz.
Tanzen geil, tanzen geil, tanz,
Tanz Affe, tanz Affe, tanz.

Und sie sagen:
Wir werden eins sein
Wir werden glucklich sein
Wir werden eins sein
Wir werden zusammen sein

Und sie sagen:
Tanzen für uns, Affen
Tanzen für uns, Affen
Tanzen für uns, Affen
schönen Affe.

Und sie sagen:
Du bist so amüsant, Affechen
Ich bin ihr kleiner Affe
Und ich werde zu tänze
Und ich werde zu tänze
Ich tanze!


Smoke

I built a house out of smoke and haze
I showed her my love, and she said it was a phase
I built an empire on ego and empty promises
I swallowed her eyes so she'd stay ageless

Mechanized and still unsure
I cut my way through the field of bodies
Sterilized and still impure
I dig deeper until the gore is up to my knees

I built a hovel out of love and peace
I showed her my hate and she knew it'd decrease
I built a wasteland out of kindness and freedom
I turned her breast into my stiffened battle-drum


Tall

If I was tall enough so that I could touch the sky
Then I wouldn't have to see you
If I was tall enough to stand ankle-deep in the ocean
Then I wouldn't have to hear you

If I was big enough to hold the earth in my palm
Then I wouldn't care what you saw when you looked at me
If I was big enough to cross the galaxy in a half-step
Then I wouldn't care what you say about me

But I am not that tall
And I am not that big
I am just so small.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Slip

I was the bullet and the gun
I am the man who can't confess
I was the boy crying on the run
I am the lonely girl in the pink dress

I see those eyes, those dark bleak starry things
They're catching and dragging me down down
You see my skin, this slick scaly worn out thing
I see these eyes in a mirror, the hollow dead things

I see you light up when you laugh, and my light goes out
You're feeling around my chest, the skin bulging up and sliding
You see my hair, it's blowing around in the wind, it fills you with doubt
I see this light, it drains slowly, staining the floor, now comes the drought