Under
the surface searching for knowledge
catch
the surreal in the everyday routine
a
fucking waste of time
tell
me something i don't know
look
at you plastic society
I'm
like an alien nobody can touch me
I
have not sentiments concern or feelings
I'm
cold as a stone in the graveyard
a
man with an hungry monkey
sitting
next to the gate
shivering
under the sun
selling
used flowers stolen from the dead
all
you have got to do is follow the sign
the
misteries are stripped away
from
everything and everyone
it's
not the order that novels are written
it's
the order they're read that matters
shredded
to bits
trying
to make sense of all this
strike
a pose like an insane child screaming
covered
in bad ink
soothe
my skin
mutual
respect
oh
how I need a change of clothing
who
owns my soul
tripping
in a shattered dream
things
come and go
I
should be glad for what is left
simply
passing time without actually living
crosscheck
any information
everybody
is a liar nobody deserve trust
homesick
of the wrong country
all
come handy enough for a short period
but
umbearable in the long run
ever
get the feeling you have been cheated?
You
know when you feel like
you
are in a weird world
you
mess with your mind a little bit
to
see life from a different angle
if
you can handle it
a
inner struggle
I
Am sick of people thinking I'm difficult.
icknos@IRatherHangMeSelf.ciao.FECK.com
