X marks the spot
I almost forgot
The end is near

Thanks for the reminder
You could’ve been much kinder
Now it’s crystal clear

My control is spinning
To you, this is fun
You know you’re winning
Perhaps you’ve already won

Spies everywhere
Wish I didn’t care
Pictures aiming to destroy
The girl within my boy

Still remember what he said
The man of mystery
As I lay here in bed
“Soon you’ll be history”

My heart's been recycled
My heart's been put in the trash
My heart's been used and abused
My heart's been traded for cash

My veins have been poked and pricked
My veins are green and blue
My veins form a weird omen shape
Like a death-eater's tattoo

I used to have quick reflex
Could catch flying objects
Now all I can do is text
Under technology's hex

I used to be normal
Till someone took a picture
Now defined by the mystery down under
Defined by a strange tincture

My skin has been burned and scarred
By accidents, aging and stress
My skin covers up my skeleton
But it crawls every time I get undressed

My brain has something wrong with it
My brain is the cura and the curse
My brain's been scanned, fried, almost lobotomized
My right-brain is the drunk co-pilot, my left brain's in my purse

I used to be wild and vain
Now I'm sensitive and insane
In this trade-off what remains?
Flesh wounds for angels' slain

Inside every artists's head is a ******
A dose of genius with a dash of madness
But before we get trapped in a Wonderland of horrors
We must destroy the throne erected in ourselves

The artist should rest in reason
Like gazing peacefully at a meadow
The artist should move in passion
Like a lightning storm where heavy winds blow

Artists should always be observant, like the nocturnal owl
Who absorbs daylight like the sun is its opposite lover
Moon will guide you to creation, like winged wisdom hunts its foul
(Even if you feel that night provides no cover)

Artists should smell of the earth
In all its sweet fragrances and pungent odors
There are some people in this world who won't judge you
They are the mountains, hills, plains and oceans

Inside every artists's heart is a labyrinth
A dash of true nature and a dose of reality
No wonder some of us create art in the dark
(True artists don't seek fame; they yearn to be free)

Skip the bread and wine
Give me smack and a needle
Put on some Neil, Tori, Morrison,
Or anything by the Beatles
Cause I want to die trying something new
While hearing something familiar
My soul's already black and blue
And I've lost all rights familial
If you must make me suffer
I'll take the pain
No fight or flight reflex
Just a hard falling rain
But please don't harm those I love
They never beared witness
They only are my blood
And I know they regret my kinship
Maybe the memories will surface
Once I'm in proximity to you
I know the world is divided in my fate
In colors red and blue
I just hope the heroes death
Is not a myth or a hoax
Run by merchants, Zion or media
That applauded your being a ghost
Cause around my neck is a chain
Of an unborn baby name
And in my room is a picture frame
Of a soul that seemed to hunger for pain
Cause suffering is aligned with joy
There's a scale of balance in your head
On one end there's a heart of agony
The other waits opened-armed by your bed

I take a walk to ease my mind
But everything is a trigger
Old haunts, new taunts and still lifes
The abyss is getting bigger
(Every little thing)

I smoke a cig to clear my head
But images come as I stare into space
Ex-lovers, dead friends and hospital beds
I weep over an untied shoelace
(Every little thing)

Scattered my heart all over the world
Through my hallowed hollow dreams
To the right are the boys, to the left are the girls
Where's the middle where misfits can be free?
(Every little thing)

And I can't stop the pictures from entering my cranium
My subconscious pours out in waves
I  swear sometimes it has its own stadium
With an audience that needs an entertaining slave
(Every little thing)

And I see the man dropping bombs in the mail
Sending letters to the mayor to run me out of town
Like I haven't noticed that home has become hell
They want to exile the monster till she caves and burrows down
(Every little thing)

Wish there was a place where I could hibernate
Through the summer with its caustic sun
Maybe than I could find a mate
Within a candle, a pen and a gun
(Every little thing)

And while the sorcerer's do their voodoo, innocent and tragic
Breaking down cars and breaking down Houses
I hope they know there's a thin line between white and black magic
And if I have to, I'll bind you, even with a soul that's calloused
(Every Little Thing)

Cause only I deserve your weapons of harm
Leave my loved ones out of it
I know you think I live on karma's farm
But I'm on to your plans of my kismet
(Every Little Thing)

Every little thing,
From roses on the casket to jilted wedding rings,
From blooming flowers to ivy crawling up dead trees,
From the violence of love to the theologian's degree,
From a past with no clarity to a future on your knees,
I'm reminded of St. Augustine and the keepers of bees
And as the abyss gets bigger, I hope it will swallow my triggers.

As I count pennies at the liquor store
And look around for the cheapest drink to pour
I want so badly to fall on my knees
Cause I'm reminded of the blood that I bleed

Quick fixes and temporary band-aids
Won't cure me tomorrow but today they'll save
Me from the veiled contempt in your eyes
A pirate in a sailor's disguise

My animal years couldn't last forever
I brought you shame and misfortune, ties I did sever
Now I feel like your pet parasite
But even collapsing stars shine bright when they're dying

I'm gagging on the future and choking on the past
Each moment is my swan song, how long will this last?
Can't bring myself to leave this world, till I solve the puzzle
Constantly caged in decay with a muzzle

Every second I have a miscarriage of the soul
And if you stare too long, you'll turn to stone
But the snakes in my hair shouldn't give you the chills
They have just enough venom as the weakest of pills

My situation is funky
But not on the groovy side
I have the power to **** you
Or open up your third eye

I grow in ****
I thrive in it
I'm no newborn
Been around since Genesis

They used my shape for warfare
But symbolism landed with a thud
They consumed me with flowers in their hair
Cause even the lotus grows in mud

I am incomprehensible
I am ancient
I'm not on the fence, I'm no vegetable
I'm not yours for the taking

Eve said I should only exist in autumn
Before the harsh winds blow from winter's call
Adam said humans don't know **** about me
But without me, they wouldn't exist at all

Does this ring any bells?
Does this sound any alarms?
(I am the disease and I am the cure
I'm the duality between your arms)