My eyes are pulled out
My brain is insane
My heart is melting
A raven's at my chamber door
I tell him
That the children of the night
He likes so much
Are only spectacles he craves
At least that's what Guy Debord says
But don't be sad you stupid bird
It's only the society we live in
They say we're better off with the blue
Than the red that made a sad people
Guess Marx is crying in his tomb now.
Anyway we all know anarchy is the answer.
Don't mind the sex driven generation
You'll find someone don't worry,
As long as you take your top off
And make them feel loved
Just lay back and try to forget
The fact that you grew up to fast
Saw your first porn at eleven
Already felt like an adult ?
Well you were wrong
But it's fine, you'll forget soon,
Just take a hit honey
Pretend that you are Bob Marley
You're only taking drugs
As a political choice
Alice is away
Nobody knows if it's a children's book
Or if it's about drugs
But anyway we read it as it is
And sexist Bukowski is next to me smoking
"Women was great
But aren't you objectifying the Sappho kind ?"
He doesn't answer now cause he's dead
Alcohol got the best out of him
But don't try to be like him
The drugged up artist phase is not in
And with your "addictions"
You're only pretending
But some fragments are left now,
"You burn me" says one,
I will if you unsex me
Maybe it's the question to be,
I'm lost in my head
With all those détails,
You can't see it
You can't see it.
