I wish my heart didn't beat quite so fast
perhaps a nice slow waltz
and not this electro-techno-act

I wish my fingers didn't shake
I wish the sedative would take
maybe some more tranquilizers
or a freelancing hypnotizer

just bring the silence back again

Art is dead,

a zombie rose from it's grave

in the catacombs

of wine and professional jealousy

only the shape was the same

but even with my better self

shouting in my ear

I fell in love with the circus

I fell in love with the chase

I made the zombie my lover

and the canvas my grave

I never stay too long in one place
in case I get stuck
in the quicksand that is my mind
and in the gutter of my heart

You never stay too long
In case you get trapped
by the hundreds of arms
with nooses for hands
that are attatched to every woman you meet

I never stay too long
the morning after sex
a cup of coffee and I'm gone
you put on the tv in the background, pick up a book
and text-message me about time and place
next week

I want to play
with your toy heart
I want to tear
the unbreakable toy apart
small part
not safe to swallow
stuck in your throat
I'll listen to you choke
stuck in your throat
you can't breathe
cut open your throat
I'll fake it real

conversation with my depression

"I'm not the judge nor jury

so why babble on in a fury

a fiery speech in your defence

I'm just the hunter and you the prey

-nature intended it this way"

talking about my generation

or tripple X and tripple ex:es

subscribing pills to outlive

the middleclass guilt

of having it to easy

the modern guilt

of being so damn sleazy

will you still crave her in the morning after

or be satisfied with a facebook friend

would you like a game of blind mans bluff

do you want to try for fame?

the ambition is running wild in here

- a shelter for our shame

should I pretend to have forgotten

should I pretend to remember your name

how do you like this face I wear

I picked it out especially for today

would you like a game of truth or dare

do you still to try for fame?