Some people die in Texas.
Some people die in Spain.
Some people die in their sleep.
Some people die in pain.

We were all in love with trauma.
We were all in love with the same
ideas we projected onto people
and disguised with their name.

I don't live in nine-eleven-land
and neither do my peers.
I've been monitored by other people's Gods
for twenty-two ******* years.
Coffee pots and cigarettes
stimulate my day
and keep the thoughts streaming,
that eventually fade away.

Some people die in Utah.
Some people die in Prague.
Some people never get married
or have the family dog.

We were all in love with status.
We were all in love with goals
that would make life poignant
and make ourselves whole.

I don't subscribe to the thought
that my thoughts necessarily matter.
If life is a horror movie,
then I'm the fake blood splatter.
Bible thumps and dead eyes,
are all part of my design,
and how I live and where I die
means to separate my mind.

One day everything leaves that you own
all blackness can't hear the sound of your soul
Back to square one, loophole
as you go round in a whole
senses tense sense a consequence that slowly unfolds
detached from the string of existence
enveloped in riches, drifting in lost ones wishes
you miss out on missing
a mingled fulfillment
a fullfilling fullfilment you left it all to your children
content with contentment
dreaming about life
all it seems is allright
you're not afraid of this ending
taking your place in the fabric of space
slowly drifting and mending
objects move closer
you feel a light bending
a strong pull
as you feel the times ending
in a last sigh you let go
as you went from life
to enter a Black Hole

Light reaches your eyes, different place
different time, different face, different smile
retain a sense of self in this strange
state of mind
reembraced reïnstated well on your way
with retracing your self
Never a constant, always developing
human curiosity, aahh for-the-hell-of-it
blaze a bit be a mellow kid
you carve your road soon enough
meet old friends like Broken Trust
and you'll carry weight untill your shoulders crush
fight and re-see one end that's close to us

Death.

we will all die...

A sentence as merciless as Death itself.
Or maybe mercifull?
It's a thing to fear or take comfort in.
It means the unknown is an unignorable truth.
An obstacle bigger than our comprehension
an obstacle stronger than life. Yet dependant.
Circumstances and events lay at it's foundation
and if enough strings are cut
that massive obstacle will crush you.

It's not about give and take. Give and take is not life and death.
I as a person, as a living being am hardwired to live.
Such is inherent and I believe it to be a guideline for survival.

It's inconceivable how good we are at surviving.
I am drenched in this desire, in this curiosity to see what comes next.
Even as I am writing this with the utmost conviction that Death is an obstacle.

It only means one thing.

I am hardwired to achieve immortality.

There's nothing to be written. There's nothing to be told.
There are no words hangin' around late night in the street.
Not a single breath wasted, there's nothing to see.
The chalk line of a dead body.
A remnant of a life pethetic, lost in just a second.
It's nothing worth mentioning.
Couldn't even remember it.

Just an eerie chill lingering around.
The kind that makes people stay frosty.
Woman grip their purses. Pace fastens.
Fists clenched, gaze hardened.

An after effect, when I say **** all
and my cold soul jumps from an appartment high.

and the world will just keep on spinning.
and you will just keep on living.
and all of you will find happiness.
and most of you wouldn't weep nor shed a tear.

and you know what?
That's fine.

Guess what imma do when all of y'all die.

Heart made of onyx
Core of the soul bright
that's an oxymoron
Put down your glasses
because it's visible to the naked eye

Strip now & have *** with me
I'll take every ***** little thing
untill all that's left is one layer of humanity.
Flay your personality
dip your skin in lust turn pleasure into wellbalanced sanity

Borderline crazy? I'm just portraying my vanity
I speak double tongue
I don't only twist and bend words
you can't comprehend my capabilities
because you have never shared a bed with me

The world is my play ground
creativity is to see what others don't
She thinks in waves and that's why I stay sound
Resonate.You can say that I vibrate too.
I licked the double slit theory.

I shed light to see what's underneath our sight
Truth based on perception
Reality existing within all possibilities
you decide which one you witness

Death the father that is always at work
He who motivates us to push
A stay at home mother who nurtures us
I am but a child innocent in the conflict between them

I am here because Death keeps ******* with Life.

Symbolized like Superman right?
I undress you with my eyes
you are bare and I am not afraid to look inside
the Kryptonite
X marks the treasure so dig up some sunlight
and uncover the veil

Am I making sense? Even though I'm way past the sentence?
Just like you I'm sentenced to die because I was born.

Life.. It's.. All..
- Sir.Real.

When the world sees us for what we are. They will see Gods in a place vast, beyond imagining. - Stevie Ray