I: A PLACE THEY CALL MY OWN

When the night gets around
Dim goes the focus by the mobster
Recent holes barely filled in
Yet the crayon sheds its colours
Soon, with a flick of emotion in charge
someone eroded to notes in a failed old essay

Once they have told you whatever your horrors
- unelaborated years to come -
you are set to maintain your street
and in turn the redemption fades
So the streets circle round and round
Lead you back to the same old ground

Tell me, what do I do now?
Reap the future from the nurture
Gradually moving farther
from the circuit, to the outskirts
Once they had told me the film was worth seeing
I made a vow not to ever inquire in their fate


II: INTERMISSION


III: THE DOG ATE MY MANIFEST

Emerged to change the world
Complicating the real and unreal
My bread is cold and hard enough to nuke
As your retained soul
Let us share our common prefaded goal
Now we can't render the fences low

So now the reject of wealth is high
and grade is at hand when telling why
You don't have to act, I'm just like you - an ego-struck disgrace

Just a while ago they'd be worried
if the words of fight shedded glory
You talk about how nothing's changing
We are on preparation
for a world of greater inventions
You talk aloud how all is changing fast

So we shouldn't care for any deed
And we shouldn't hope to even breed
You don't even like me so wipe that drivelling smile off of your face

Tell me, What is a nice young girl like you doing in a world like this?


IV: HAVE A TWILIGHT ON ME

The air ain't free, it's just pre-hired
The closer my picture, the farther your vibe
Whatever granted, they got the power
to take it away, spending us to the tribe

A final attempt (for the hundredth time)
to set the tiling to a glistening palette
They had it made and thus won't care for
the offer disguised as a dream

I saw the sketch, they missed the entrance
For once I'd hope for a thorough voyage
The station's wide to capture freeriders
The rail's as though in eternal rebuild

Reason matter, feelings shatter
Prove me wrong and I'll show you my heart
But is there place in a world so uptight
for human sincerity?

I'm done here, leave the lights on
They might think we're on call
Don't answer, they won't listen
Undress and make'em stare

You fear the black and white world
But I'll show you it's only grey
Grey people, grey ambitions
Grey ideals, easy prey

(I fear you, I don't believe you, I'm not grey, my blog is red)

Call for the underground
Wince when declined for any loon

Don't you hang up on the one
with whom you'll reveal how all is in tune


V: THESAURUS IN 'Y' (THANKS FOR THE MONOLOGUE)

So, now they have told us the film was worth seeing
Poorly recited as shelved fantasies of our minds
(And how d'you think that feels?)

Damn you all readers for making me nauseous!
Making all my words a tool of war
Can I say this on terms with you?
Can you listen on terms with me?
Never more approaching the end they were teaching us to shun
We reach a conclusion
A final solution, all is one