Everyone's acting
like nothings going on
Playing old roles
that's been over done

We've been walking down a corridor,
now stumbling nostalgically at the door

Let's just open it.

I need an open day
to see it another way

Don't push me into this
I'll sink into the abyss

My mind is tuned into a certain sound
tomorrow I'll turn it all around.

There's sanctuary
to which I can flee,

Somewhere there's a door
you cannot open
locked inside of me

There I can enjoy
mysterious and
dreadful
freedom.

I was sitting in my old rocking chair
Taking in the mountain air

All of a sudden I was filled with panic,
Oh no, for goodness sake,
not another earthquake!

But then these words I do declare
woodworms taken a liking to my chair

I rub the place where I had hair!
woodworms taken another rocking chair.

Home made zombie voodoo whistles past
Wicked pastiche
Betrayed and murdered
Sitting on beer crates
She admits how Unsalvageably evil she is
Sparkled in the moonlight
Fires were not uncommon
raise a quizzical eyebrow
Remove my coat
Sniffing language
Orange silver glow
Murky waters
Slime and filth.

Be careful what you think!
Anything could be true?
You could be me? and I could be you?

This thought starts growing inside my head
Is it me writing this?
or is it you instead?

This situation could be worse,
please find pen and paper,
write the next verse.

Will love come tomorrow?
Or will it come today?

Well, I don’t know!
But will stay optimistic anyway

Hello tomorrow, I met someone today
I think it all went well
But only you can say.