The Suffering

This world knows no end to sorrow from the fallen bombs and starving children, to the sad tunes filling these subway corridors and smoke filled bars.  All scarred and lost souls lined up.  Take a number, sit down, we’re not going anywhere soon.  I’m telling myself I am different but I’m exactly like you.  We find each other here, but always walk alone.  Stepping down in a dark back alley, hiding our heads between our shoulders, adverting eyes.  Not having to look at a path to follow, not having to endure this never-ending rain.  But before we do, fill up once more, so i can go home and rest my head.  Sleep it off, pull it together and lose it once more.  Lose it.  In this continuous madness how surreal it’s to see such a simplicity. Such fine figures, wielding such unearthly powers.  The rest your eyes lay upon me in this perpetual chaos.  A touch of your fingers lifts the burden of all sorrow in this world from my shoulders.

Kilimanjaro Happiness

I have destroyed everything sacred. I’ve killed all gods. I had to kill them. For they are, the only excuse for mankind. We destroy, take with force, nothing will be left for us. Everything is strange and cold. How can you honestly believe in someone who stole our dreams. You poisoned our hearts, filled them with fear and betrayed our trust. It’s no excuse, it’s only a myth you use to sit on your knees.  Waiting for a better world, but it will never come, until we step up I hope we will stop, I hope. Stop believe out of fear. There is nothing out there, unless we create it ourselves. Don’t you want to live this live and make the best of it?

Please Don't Touch Me, You Filthy Priest

Born with five senses to kill. We are animals with lives to spill. Unleashed mad dogs. No matter how many times you tell yourself you’re not. No way your college degrees or fancy manners are going to change that. You can lie to anyone you want, but not to yourself. ‘Cause in disregard truth will awaken to strike and never let go. The truth is like a stray dog. Neglected, raped and left in the gutter. Rejected and spat out like bastards. But it’s tough like us and it will keep on dwelling, into the dark backstreets. You can throw it a bone, but it will always come back for more. Still, between us dogs, lies a world apart. Your spotless family tree gave you a satin pillow and a yellow leash. The colour of the coward. My skin is covered with cuts, scars, blood and dirt. Unlike you we are stray dogs. We go straight to the heart, put our jaws in it. Rip it to bits and pieces.  Until there is nothing left to feast upon. We hunt for the weak and unaware.

Stray Dogs

Guess what i found in the mailbox today? Five Dollar!  Social welfare, hell is that all they pay? Said to myself, is there a better way, then spend it all in a gay cafe? no offense to you guys, but i'd rather spend my money to a wife and get my ass on the ground. Five dollar out of my pockets. Five dollars, so well spend.  Went into a stripteasetent. Me, my lovestick and a tit or five.  That's one dollar per tit if I count it right.  Five dollar out of my pockets. Five dollars so well spend. Damn right, love’s like a dream. Even sweeter than a scope of stracciatella cream, Discoballs and some apple syrup. Pussy, Titties, buttocks, oh yeah!
My wife said: where have u been?  I said, none of your business, kicked her on the chin.  Don't you know what your mouth is for? Come over here and gimme some five dollar love. Five dollar love in a parking lot. Just mind your ass she’s not a dude. No matter how smoking hot, sometimes you only discover when she is nude. Then get away. don't forget your pants. Five dollar love: true romance.  Got everything with me, still my boxers on my knees. Tittybars, we love them.  Damn I love places like these.  Now get up.  Party hard all night. Party hard worldwide.


Angelskin