donderdag 12 april 2012


Looking at the razor

Dreaming how it would feel cutting through the layers of your skin

You know how it would end

You just don’t have the guts to begin


Looking in the mirror

All you see is a shapeless form

A heap of flesh

Nothing more man

Nothing less


Staring at a large glass full of boom boom

Thinking back to a blissful life that never was

It’s ironic how irony chases us down

Your song is truly a melancholic tune


You are the navigator

Who crashes through the walls of your sins

I know even though I’m breathing I’m not here

By default I’m walking the stage

I’m so nervous

In my head runs rampant the Minotaur

But believe me:

It was either this or the razor

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