Across the lines

On the cities careless lips

It is my time

To sense the times

Drink classroom milk

Smell the spirit of shopping streets

Live sixth day paradise

Visit my disguise



Stripped

Unreal



Across the tracks

Head to tense steel

Cracked by corrosion

The car caught the future plan

Dressed in cheap juvelry

Waiting to get cut in three

Head kicked between players

The steps will stay



Landscapes changed

With pornography

I'm sold at the streets

For what I've got

Coughing moral blood

Sweating out the compassion

In panic regret

I refine my excrement



A house is built

A round my crucifiction

It has doors at both ends

To let the dead through

I lay in the basement

Bathing in my new blood

Forcefed on classic peotry

And trivialistic thrills

A midsommer day

The family gathers

To enjoy the pain

And to exterminate all escapes



The distance is never too big

To lifes frame

Your freedom is your remote control

The last nail in the coffin

Fits me well

It fits me well

Society