I like playing with words
Sometimes drinking coffee
I imagine I'm a ballerina drawing swords
To make my mind flee -
I need no drugs
But the little man in my coffee cup shrugs,
He whispers
'try some sativa'
I am stubborn
I pick him by his toes
And feed him to the bugs
'Viva!
The independent mind!' Says Shiva!
I'm now a samurai...
doing ballet moves.

shut up, shut up
and now comes the flood, and now your hands
post-apocalyptic shutters closing against the night, baby, this is all you have.
('it'll have to do',
cupped palms and cracked lips,
this is a game you've played for a long time)
'you're ******* kidding me;
you're ******* kidding me, aren't you',
and now you're shouting.
a love letter to the heart of a monster
and the pavement screams for you
(are you bleeding or is he?)
shut up, shut up
staticstaticstatic
electricity on a loop in your mind
cassette tape stuck on dead air
(sorry about the bugs in your mouth)
shut up, shut up