I'm sitting in your tiny dark kitchen
You say "Now I'm here and all is well
No need to cry, no reason to dwell."
I say "Stop kidding, sweetie, just look out the door
there's nothing there but your balcony
You may get me out of depression
But you'll never get depression out of me."

A house painted in white, the colour of peace
Autumn covers its frontyard in leaves
The masses gather and scream
A crackling voice betrays seething beliefs.

It's a lie waiting to be sold to the highest bidder
Honey, everything will get better if we add some glitter
Warning signs covered with election posters
A popularity contest, let's introduce the imposters.

I'm a special kind of candidate
For decades, I've endured all your hate
And those you despise, I know them all by name
But will they ever listen to what I'm saying?

I'm a self-made man just taking care of business
And since I've made it, every day is Christmas
Push their bodies off the pier, this is just a modern witch test
And if the weights make them drown, at least they're gonna ***** less.

This car without breaks is gaining traction
Let's ask the Romans how to stop a chain reaction
Both sides scream
People to the ballots, cast your vote for our very last bastion.
A waste of paper, an American election.

I found you when I strayed too far north
sailed further than it was safe
They warned me, begged me to return
but I had found the sea and left the shore
said goodbye to the days of yore.
With my destination in sight, I could hardly believe my eyes
The sky turned pink, green and violet
I stared at my life through a wide-angle lens.

You graced the night, you made me go blind
A dancing, smiling, breathing light
Your icy thighs
My northern lights.

Then I stepped out of a buzzing fridge
eagerly awaited an exciting new age
couldn't wait to tear off my ****** thorns
But you just made me eat my words
Count my faults
Finished dreams and swallowed thoughts
But who was responsible for all the pictures in my head?
I never chose to be caught in your fishing net.

You graced the night, made me go blind
A dancing, smiling, breathing light
Your icy thighs
My northern lights.

I tried to stay in the desert of snow
but over time, you just grew cold
you stopped shining for me at all
resisted my screams and ignored my calls.
I sailed home and left your frozen paradise
and today, I saw a girl I liked and lifted my heavy eyes.
She was dressed in white, feet all bare
I wonder
What if Jesus Christ had bleached blonde hair?

I'm walking on my own
through my tunnel
Cars wait in line
impatient waves of bright lights
flash through the dark
Do you remember when it was just us
in the jungle?

A dark man asks for my ticket
I show him your picture and move on
Robots cower behind the steering wheel
Repeating one phrase forever
"We'll never get out of here
but you might
and that's the deal"

When a fire breaks out in my tunnel
I'll try and run right through
Ignore the burning
Shake the ashes off my arm.

In here, there's no sun or rain or snow
Just a numb grey glow
I don't want to look back to the past
but sometimes I might.
That's my tunnel
and you're my light.

'Do you feel it, too?' I enquire.
'No, I don't. I'm sorry.'
'That's alright', I reply. 'I can just feel it for the both of us.'

It's just one more glass and then I'll jump
in this *****-filled ocean
no worries, I've got my parachute ready
I'll land safely and stay on top for a while
until I had more and more and more
because I want to see what's at the bottom and forget all about the surface
then I lose my grasp, float away and
see the depths of my despair.

You're sad and drunk, too, I know
waiting for someone to come lift you up
telling a blank sheet of paper what he'll look and feel and act like
and when you find him, you leave those times behind you
Will you think about what marriage and Stockholm Syndrome have in common
when you stand at the altar and tell him you love him?
No, I don't think you'll do
you chose this life and it didn't choose you.

Look, I know you'd get ******
because you're better at everything the naked eye can see
that's why they listen to you, but not to me
you're a great fake and I'm a bad original
what can I let you see? More darkness than one could take
a ray of light? I've been waiting since birth, might as well forget about that
Nobody ever said a destroyed building looked beautiful
I've been bombed, hit and hurt, taken apart, forgotten and rotten.

When I write about you, there should be envy
your acclaim, your adulation, the money you earned
the work you put in, it was well worth it
you touched people, reached down to their souls, made them relate
that's your goal, that's why you write, drink and stay up late.
How laudable to write with a goal in mind,
you hear, I think it's great you can give them what they want
It will certainly get you very far in life.

You obsess about every line, write one-sentenced-poems that take hours
because the line gets better, you say
and I ask you: But does it get truer?
You say: You want my advice or not? Your lines sound like
you thought of them and then just typed them in
but what you didn't recognize was
they make no sense at all.
I said: But maybe that's the point.

I start to howl when moonlight shimmers
sharing my dinner with other myopic sinners
Like the street lights, I'm turned on at night
during the day, I merely sleep with my eyes open wide.
Time rattles by like a late train
leaving me in somber ash rain
I'd run away if all signs weren't pointing at you
my brain paints your face in the most beautiful blue.
You never answered any of my questions
I figured it all out, except for one last bastion
'cause one thing still leaves me reeling
Are you really happy in your palace of reason?

When you first saw his chiselled jaw and dark-haired beauty
You told me: “He looks just like the guy from that one old movie!”
You said he was only a friend, but those were bad lies
he had long stolen your heart in a perfect heist.
Now he's conquered you
explored you and he won't ever share you
His black hair and your black heart
when two come together, one falls apart.
It's not how you feel, it's just how you act
and taking him into bed makes you stop being sad
In crystalline sheets and colourful covers
I wonder if love can only exist between lovers.

In class I stare out the window
or look at the girl next to you
thinking “Why can't it be her?
She's pretty, she's fun, she loves sports"
But when you ask me if you look pretty tonight
I'm just lost for words.
You're the most beautiful demon I ever had to battle
When you tell me I'm cute
that's the *** talking to the kettle.