i want you to twist me around like your worst nightmare
i want you to whisper in my ear all the bad things you'd do to me
please put your hand in my hair and pass it on to my neck, my arm, my waist.
please whisper in my ear
and don't tell me you love me
i know that's a lie
yes you'll leave in the morning
i know it, i know you too well
i'm addicted
you leave and i come back
kiss me like you've never kissed anyone before
throw me up on a wall
and say her name
so i kick you out
and cry myself to sleep
while i slowly crawl back to your side of the bed
and smell the sheets
while i knock on your door
and you pull me closer
addiction,
what a word
pure pleasure
more and more
guilt crawls through me
but i want you so much

In theory, we're demoralized,
In practice, neutralized,
But with force we analyze
What happens around us.

Sanctimonious *******
Pulling our plastered limbs
To an ever lasting fight,
Against forces of evil? Where are we?!

Black veils on their faces
Dark tears in the traces
Marked by the graves that are left behind.

Apathetic pathetic pythons biting the bits and piecing the peace that pits you against your brother.

Pompous posers pushing pampered ideas into our polluted brains.

Anti-idealistic contenders competing for riches and a nice comfy throne.

Plausible pseudo-righteous imposers asking for an applause for all the ill-witted words they shed.

Rectify the wrong wriggled reason riddling wibble fed to feeble citizens.

We sit here waiting for divine intervention,
Well divinity's gone! Not to mention the tension,
All these factors and factions, the fact is we're dying, and they're not helping.

Something drives them, something we don't understand, but who has the guts to ask them what it is?

Our blood has become the dividend divided among the not-so-united lands that fall under a geographical, categorized country of hell.

In this hell we live in, we've become minions of liberal less-than-mediocre minds ironically not minding their own business, feeding off of ours.

Intertwined, undermined, understand the outer line, see the truth, feel the crime, freedom's yours. Freedom's mine.

As I stand in the flashing city lights,
I feel the earth move under my feet.
This is my home,
My beautiful home.
As the world stumbles upon
the horrors they see on TV,
I stand still,
My home,
My beautiful home.
I whisper to myself,
Everything will be alright,
I whisper to you,
Like a mother singing a lullaby;
Beyrouth,
My dearest Beyrouth,
One day.
One day, you'll see your wonders,
One day, your children will be here
One Day, they'll come back,
For you.
Beyrouth, Beyrouth,
You old soul,
You beautiful mind,
Stand still.
We are here.