THE LOCUST HARVESTING MACHINE

Dream my sweet child

Dream beyond the rim

Everything’s available

As long as you lick up your sins

 

Freedom is a spectre

A form you have to fill in

A false note on life’s partitures

An abandoned escape

 

Dream on my sweet love

Patriarchs know your name

They’ll lick up your sins

Just as you told them to do

Cause they are the one’s to blame

 

I look you straight in the eyes

While your finger gently tip over the pot

Spilling over all the ink

You walk over to the burning kitchen

To wrench out your soul

While black water spirals down the sink

 

Dream on my child

We are born the conjure up rains atomic

To break the barriers of the sonic

To built cold metal towers

To have our graves stacked with flowers

A SKY FILLED WITH DIAMONDS

Street lights

I’m head bound

My head comes together

I’m slow dancing in a midnight air

While nobody’s around

 

Rich is the widow behind window one

Death came easy for window two

Solitariness stripped her bare to the bone

 

Sodium and sand

Enables us to look outside and outside in

A glass filled with water

Makes enables to spill it over the brim

 

You look up

And there’s the infinite celestial

Project yourself beyond the interstellar

Be baffled

 

Let the right light in

Cancel the tripe out

Keep the cool swagger

The shriek and the shroud

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HERE

Made it through the darkness

To plant a seed

Sat in the light to watch it sprout and flourish

Waited until the sun was depleted of energy

The end was nigh

 

I look back to the days when life felt like lying on the purest silk

each dawn stroked me like velvet

Rivers of milk and honey flowed in my mind

And felt a kindred to all kind

 

The first time a fish bit my hook

I sled down the hills of white landscapes

I felt complete

 

Remember when you tried that cool swagger?

Life never felt better

A promise whispered in my ear

Your lips so near

 

Life’s felt the holiest in the reckless moments

These memories are its great tokens

 

Life carves canyons of existence on your face

Yes time moves on

just as long

as you feel like the turtle

who beat the hare

You will always be able

to beat the dead man’s stare

THE MIRANDA PROJECT

If I could collect your soul and pin it to the wall

If I could conquer you

Lush and all

I've watched you for a long time

Safely from a distance

The idea germinated for a long time

but solution came in an instance

 

Although you were over there

I always felt you near

Although you were the image soaking through my binocular

I always knew you would end up here

 

Dear Miranda forever mine

Do you feel drops of sweat

rolling down your spine?

 

So you’ve noticed my butterfly section?

Nothing gives a collector more pleasure

Than adding another specimen to his collection

FUCK I’LL NEVER SERVE THE MACHINE

That face in the mirror is not deplorable

Screw you

Your eyeliner looks like it’s in great distress

Get your ass in the car

Before the world runs over you

And there’s nothing left

 

Drive that car bubba

Drive it all the way to end

Drive it till the world burns

And reality bends

 

Fuck the turnpikes

Screw the turnpikes

Raise your fist up in the air

The other holding the steering wheel

Your truth laid bare

 

Kowalski, Kowalski

None of these roads can tame you

my friend

Screech them tires

Screech them tires

Drive yourself free

Until the bitter end

FINE CLOTH RUB ME OFF

You’re not getting any younger

So stop hesitating at a slow rate

Nothing moves slower than an unwanted gut feeling

and its decision

But you know it feels like a precise incision

That had be done

Cause it was planned in for a while

 

The chandelier’s lamps went out one by one

Yet other things spin into infinity

And can’t be undone

 

See the rags those dusty rags

They were once pristine and clean

The room became damp

The crystals lost their sheen

 

Reel after reel playing in my head

The incidents

The sun burn

The worshipping of the ancient dead

 

You are measured by what you achieve

after you’ve crawled

You are judged by the way you fall

 

We all have to fall and stand up again my dear

We are all an exponent of everything

My dear