There’s a certain way of looking
And in that way
I can see the Devil’s eyes
Red
Sometimes they go green
And yellow
In the reflection in the uneven water
His mouth salivates
Gushing and uncaring
It’s so disgusting it’s so natural
He tells you:
Why are you trying to live here?
There’s a certain way of not looking
But then the eyes are still there
Disturbing what we have known for so long
There’s eyes that are not eyes
The Devil’s make-up, the Devil’s hungry mouth
The Devil’s unabashed smile, the Devil’s strange love
There’s a certain way of looking and
No one
Will see it like I do
And when I try to say no
The bloody red spots are still there
Like a snake bite
Like that long lost love
Like the meaning of life laughing at you
Telling you to stop it
To give in
To be a man
To be a more-than-you
Those lit-up eyes
Won’t tell you about yourself
But they might help you with sadness
Help you relax with it
There’s a certain way of looking at things
But it doesn’t change them
It’s still the devil and you
Trying to find lovely people
To rip up and eat like symbols
And when you sleep, you need help
A hand, a body or just a something-more
Because you, you are so empty
That’s why the lights are so seductive
I need to care less of course
Of course
I need things made out of more than paper and plastic
There’s a river and a Devil
And your innards
But you won’t stop things from coming inside
Even after you tried to stop rotting
There’s a river that’s part of the devil
The devil that’s part of the river
Trying to keep them outside of you