It´s an addiction...

Holy holy greatness.
Evangelism crack and catholic cocaine. Righteousness is the worst of me.
Mormon meth and jehova heroin, can we refrain?
Corruption juice i need, I haven´t had enough and i´m thirsty.
Just one more hour of tricking ourselves and we´ll be right for the rest of the week.
Take my drivers license and my stupid vote. A crabs mouth doesn´t leak.
Take my buisiness for 25%. And in two weeks make my kids tweak
Tax me until I grow thin, my musics rhythm will continue,
and my team could win... Pity about this excess pollution.
As we fantasize about leaving this land of plenty for some mighty illusion!
At the same time it´s all the fault of some town planner, a lack of education, a lack of manners.
And perfect you must suffer for your honest ways, that´s right you never played anyone.
Honest you... you are going to see...
Criminals plague and run the outskirts and even the cops are ansy.
Holy holy nothing, take the country, take more working man´s money for some quack with a speech.
The pavement cracks under politicians feet, and the rubbish flows behind the preacher.
Now I lust, I lie and i´m greedy but what you´re doing is feeding the honorable leacher.
Join the chorus of the complacent and the apathetic you´ll only aid the tides of the devil with a bible in your hands.

Is that what we are?

I see us all marked by street lights and cars and apartment buildings, concrete mass.
Is that what we are?
Burning the gas and burning these dry woods, smoke and fumes.
Where can the open lung not suffer?
Halls and corridors cells and cellars, cabins and rooms.Upon the road is the movement of forward as in the glass as in the metal.
I see us all marked by numbers and digits in abstract devices. See us all positioned to enlarge the city.
Is that what we are?
Did we come to be egyptian slaves? Did we come not to question but to obey like slaughter house beef?
Have we a plan so defined in this notion of existance that to stray from it, would be against the very direction of the blood in your arm.
Waiting for tomorrow to free the small when they would lift us so much higher, yet we starve them.
Is that what we are? Do we turn them away?
In lines to the city limits, in queues to the culdesacs, we wait like hungry seagulls...
There´ll be not a scrap left on the stained mantle for any. When the few make you think they´ve something they haven´t got!

Joy in two arms

Love the way you like to simplify this world for us all.
Thirsty for that optimism, like i´ll ever taste it right?
Gotta love the way it could be put out there to be sold.
And maybe it was just your beauty and my lonliness.
Did you choose your dusk? Choose to blend yourself?
Is there much feeling between your two arms?
Do we choose everything we´ve got?
What is install for me?
Does he trade in black and white and guide you?
No victims, but why do i see pain in your eyes... That pain, don´t call me closer.
So simple, does it all fit, is that your sentence.
The power in beauty, can there ever be truth aswell?
Did you choose the water you drink drop by drop?
Your perfect man that holds your life together.
Where my heart goes i´ve no idea, and my dreams float with it alas that isn´t me...
That isn´t the way i feel, and everything I plan is sabotaged by my passion and instinct.
Your hair is teasing me again in the two seconds that I glimpse you.
Can I choose that?
Your skin shines even in the shadows of the most gloomy corridors, and should I look away?
That´s all I can choose to do. You know it all like some well repeated act.
How much joy could there be between two arms?
Should I keep these emotions as if some sign from god or...
Should these emotions be flushed, but they hold like some parasite.
I´ll be gone before they sour, my few words would remain.
Dreams of water and dusk and offers from your sure knight.
No... I want nothing from him.

LOve bats

Are our hearts not yearning, cupidity and ravenousness? Like nocturnal beasts they play.
Once my eyes were stolen by it, and thank mercy mine again just roll away.
It´s not a choice you make, and if it is- it´s fake... on your interests, your career and what´s at stake.
No love´s a bat that carries you, or let´s you fall and drains you, an animal that worships the moon.
It hangs in our own hearts, and it´s desire is to tear us apart.
It´s not about seeking somebody needy, or leaving the past behind.
It´s not about flying out with the soul intention of finding someone who´s kind.
Sometimes beyond lust, it drives us and before it departs we hunger, we surely pine.
A flying creature using sonar, with the air and the night it binds.Love is a bat fraternizing with our vulnerable hearts and minds.
It´s a mystery, and if it´s real, it´s just as truly BLIND.

Tame the rays of sunlight.

Above.
From up high, ear muffs.
Big headed pilots... Breaking clouds.
Helicopter blades, duck your head and hold your earmuffs.
Above your ears in the sky.
Horizon taunts you, the horizon haunts you.
Try to tame this sun, because i´ve surrendered.
Pacifists are conspiring. 
You can hear the rotation of the head.
From the blue behind you look down on all of us.
You can´t compete with the sun...
We never guessed you were imortal, and when you fall...
Fresh Tears from god couldn´t quench your thirst.
Tame the rays of the sun from where they hit your face.
Above like some important mission to save the world...
It´s urgent, it´s top fucking priority...
It´s nothing, it´s nowhere and noone is interested. People want to hug some sealed poster.
Some celebrity wax figuire, some sterile signed article they can lay with.
Above the clouds, near the darkness of space, the sun will have you.
Sunlight, dries up the very ambition that frost once formed.

Walk a mine field

Measure this time, measure these moments, we´ll see, let´s see...
Walk a mine field comrade, follow me because the suburbs will eat you.
Measure this great road, you´ll see, you´ll explain but you´ll never know.
Walk with me today, you cannot follow the book it´ll tie you to a signpost forever.
Walk with the measuring tape in your hand, be blunt when you speak and we´ll see...
Measure how far you´ve come and what does that mean? Are you good enough now? Let´s see.
Left to walk home from the mine field with a thousand spectators praying for my death... We´ll see
They can´t take much more from me, soaking up the laughter i´m an amputee hobling into the jungle.
My heart beats yet they cut my cord...
I fly yet they´ve clipped my wings...
No book alone will save you, standing in the solemn suburbs a signpost fever is what you are.
Praying for miracles... meet me in the minefield.

Like a roadside weed

Like a roadside weed...
There´s toad stools on the edge of the pine forest,
There´s thistles on the edge of the pasture.
Sometimes it´s useless looking for a tree amongst the tallest,
When an abundant bush can be just the cure.
Where cars pass by, and wanderers try,
Where tired hitchhikers tramp, and those of no patience camp.
Where i walk like a roadside weed.
There´s stunning palms at the foot of these beaches.
On the river banks are willows toward the water ever reaching.
And for those that grow anywhere and neither follow nor lead,
Are the species that grow like a roadside weed.