LOVE YOUTH DIGNITY WAR

Walking through this tunnel it’s so dark you can’t tell if you blink.
I don’t know what is best, to swim or to sink.
I tried to make you jump into my game, I was that sure of myself.
Nobody won, nobody lost, but things are no longer the same.

You had as many opportunities to kill as to die.
You didn’t want to go anywhere, but you were eager to fly.
Is this what happens when fortune runs out, dignity shivers behind a cold frown.
Sorry I entered; I’ll leave you alone with your crown.

And if you wanna ask sometimes, about my state of mind, well
Somewhere between my ego, and this painful loneliness
I hung around.

Walking through this tunnel it’s so dark you can’t tell if you blink.
I never knew I was a poet till I touched your skin
Things would be easier if I had no heart, that old tin man was a fool
Please turn the light on; help me get out of the gloom.

And if you wanna ask sometimes, about my state of mind, well
Somewhere between my ego, and this painful loneliness
I hung around.

Doesn't things get so damn boring, melting clocks and breaking telephones?
So much time so little movement, don't you feel the need to get out of home?
Break your glass and break the strings that attach you to your couch
You remind me of Homer Simpson, I can't wait to hear you 'Ouch!'

Are you marrying that computer? I don't know, you look so much in love
From the bedroom to the kitchen, fastest time since 2004
And your big plan for the evening is to raw your penis in the dark
Under action, overweighed, crazy genius superstar.

I bet your mommy and daddy are proud of you
I bet they buy your t-shirts wide enough
If I were them I would be showing you life is tough
If I were them I wouldn't buy you any food.

From the kitchen to the bedroom, you're so happy now that you've returned
And you paid a dollar fifty and made a friend at 'Im-alone.com'
And your big plan for the evening is to get her naked on the chat
Under action, overweighed, crazy genius superstar.

If I were you I'd stop eating so much food
If I were you I'd go out to the street
You know, there's actually a world outside the screen
You know, there's actually a world outside your room

Doesn't things get so much boring, melting clocks and breaking telephones?
So much time so little movement, don't you feel the need to get out of home?
When you have made all your friends paying them money from your mom
And your big plan for the evening is to get them naked on the chat
And you're thinking you're so smart while you raw it in the dark
Don't you worry, you are just a crazy genius superstar.

I'm not one for the accusations
But I can't help to see
You're not paying me much attention
Now you won't speak to me
What the hell?
Yesterday you were alright
Now you'll keep talking to yourself
If you don't swallow your pride

I'm done being the martyr
I should have taken control
I'm done being the martyr
I will be taking control
I'm gonna break your soul

Since my head is out the window
And my hands are kind of clean
I don't need no bed or pillow
To have a very nice dream
Anyway, never thought it would be easy
Neither did you when you tried to step up
Just go and swallow your pride.

Training Day.

A KILLER’S TALE

Easy does it, says the killer as he’s walking down the road

Turn back, he’ll say, let me do my job.

Don’t think it’s something personal, I don’t know you well enough

To say whether this world does or doesn’t need you anymore.

As he approaches, he gets nervous, what if I miss the shot

I don’t think I can do it, I think I’m gonna stop

I’ve vainly wasted thoughts on what I was gonna say

When I met the one that I was gonna kill for no reason today

Anyway why would he return now that he’s here?

I think he’ll just kill the first one who comes near

So he does, not before thinking how he’ll do the task

Should he speak before he shoots or should he dress in black?

He decides not to talk, in case it thinks he’s insane

Although if it wants to he’ll let it first pray

It turns out to be a he, charming tall skinny guy

When the killer points at him, he uselessly tries to fight.

You may pray, if you like, before I shoot you down

He doesn’t, in a second blood’s on the ground.