Coffin, Coughing, Coffee's In, For A Living

all this roaming around, tryna put up the cover.
sun keeps on setting down, for what color of the spectrum.
three blankets and i'm stuck, like the cheese on the french fries
sweating like it's june or a club, maybe anxious to leave now.

green projections on blank scenery
rays of light through cracks in the scenery
cracking jokes for a salary
go shopping and buy celery

just try to do it
now you should do it
i swear you can do it
you will just do it
let me say it,
'cause you're doing it
head first in it
you're absorbing it
i know you can feel it

it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late...

Sour Cream Sore

are you a zx spectrum
or an evolved pokémon evolving?
are you implied in involving
implying the quest is called bing?
we know you've been binge drinking
binge smoking
binge wanking


sunday night
fry day my dick
wow wow wow!
eat it on a stick
aw aw aw!

give that fake sword
leave back in time.
missed timeline
what could be best.
now it's just
expiration date
expiation time
death is just rest,
a perfect world for sleep

a perfect world of ships

Angers Le Mans Kant

there's a room behind this poster
on my room's wall on my room's wall

you can see people across
playing picross, mario picross

you've got coins and you've got mail
who told you you were gonna fail?
in a bus burning country tracks
tracked down by wi-fi and
hardcore tracks

plant mentality telling you to quit
(telling you to quit)
unfinished path to ubiquity
(beefheart ate ubu)
ooh oooh ooh ooh ooh oooh ooooh

go! tell! your mom! i'm down to fuck with her!

this is a game, where the rules are a game
-take off your socks and show your bad manners-
birth begin genesis that's hot
i'm sick of this fever
-i'm going back, to hit back behind your back
-where there's...
only pain...-

you're a soft little bitch, you're a soft
little bitch
water the pipe and open all valves
years of anger
acid liquids
burn your face, your throat
suffer for me
die for my sins

sour sore

house of the segmented legs

you're burning down
when we're
going
back home


could i have a coffee please? i need to consume something
no smoke throughout the chimney/no ashes in the ashtray
the air is normally dry, please use a moisturizer

it's the field theme, now you shall wake up!
do you hear those, those bells tolling far ahead?
that's it, the birds pretending to sing,
the sun seems to be shining

i feel you you feel me and we feel those other two too
all right let's go! we'll follow!
and we'll reach destination... final destination

sacred electronic audiofiles, for the deaf

scratching on the few battery left
you inanimately grew old as me, as anything, weren't you less alive than me,
as alive as anything
.tree with a screen.
 shorter segments for infinite idea.s€punk€.. .
holding hands with the goddess with the sailor jupiter with the fake trees
with the sacred plants evil junk rejection, the religion's corrupted waste
that works as good
that holds stronger, longer
i'm back! ^_^
...
...and i wasn't very far!(why hasn't she left? fuck)
(did i fuck up? fuck)(so much work___fuck)
haha, i didn't fuck up, i grew old, and even made friends
and now i'm facing so much screens, above the real world's sky
representing the real world's pixelated textures worlds, skies
typing clouds with another alphabet for subtitles, while you try
to make your seat a couch, sky

replaying the same games

watching you play, games

take a rest, it's the same, game

eggs - muslim countries - batman

lost over patnos,
i temporarily left
we're looking on the left and
what's left? nothing ain't left,
ain't left my gravure, i hope
fuck your hair color!

3D aerial view but,
all windows shut down
no lights in cabin and,
and i woke you up
-i'd like another coffee but no,
i don't really need more
i don't really need you but,
i will smoke you all, down

i will fuck my head maybe
sadly enjoy it
waiting for the acid trip and hope i,
we remember it

listen to the music listed
in 'listen while wasting yourself'
no breakup playlist just
a broken list to play
to get stressed listenin to

i miss this; speedin up my cardio
(on the couch)
i don't do no cardio
()
but i'm runnin fast
but i run fast

I & I Forever

pretending that it's a game

hiding hands inside the sleeves

(the feet)

(it hurts)

now we'll have to come back again

one more sip out any beer

original out any mold

(the heart)

(don't hurt)

now we'll have to keep on again

now i'll try on my own old road

what i'm seeking, it's not for you

what i'm getting is just for me

selfish-egotist

just egocentric

i'll get in there, 

i'll pay, the price, i swear

i care

and i'll do

for you

don't look  up there

i'm so fine, with my own

my dad, my mom

my dear sister

we do and we'll make

and it's only for you

escuchar uñas, escuchandome...

ahora

me voy a acostar, te vas a acostar,

te quitaras los sostenes

adios 

vida te dejara

el odio dibujaras 

confianza en la mierda

musica

unica respuesta

tratare escucharme

decír lo que se merece

callar lo resto de 

lo que pensé

nirvana

me perdere

universo de tu

mérito

catherine & teresa

don't tell

me what's your name

i didn't ask for it

i won't remember it

write a song about it

music

ideas for tomorrow

everything so slow
dancing alone oh dear
tonight is made for sleep
next night i'll wake in sleep

slip in tongue out shut it

a dick
the room has overheat
my parents fell asleep

the light, preventing its own sleep

playing music to sleep
titling your mixtape 'sleep'

the band, sleep

a hole

vulva vagina

pubis clitoris

uterus urethra

the genitalia
the etymology

follow the elegy

my dream me (birth control)

dead, finally out of today's reality

entering anew, the real me (just the me now)

this is all we all dream to be, in the place 

we actually all dream being

who are you there? the you you are do you see them?

what do you accept, while dead and busy chasing death?

you don't want to know who you are there

maybe you shouldn't know what you're doing there

but you're doing it and understand

you'll never stop doing something (do it, forget it)

do not do what you think is good for you

don't stop and follow what you can not true lee-doo

fuck man, now i'll tell you what i'd just do. but only

what's left of a trip i'm bound to redo, fuck yes

total recall of true-lived past life phantasm

beat 'em all in one outta infinite mind-mazes

amazed, early sun lost in front of the future doors

there's below but i'm analyzing from above and it goes

fast and i'm going somewhere but not everywhere

i'm just living and two eyes closed make the third one blow

the camera, third view shows a reflected picture

agressively (?) attempting to control my physical despair

and in an urge, like in most of my favorite games,

i shut them all, wipe each by one of these shadows

except the last, captured by the real beast

tied and weakened i'm here to open them all

nearing the end, my raging blood takes the controls

i am blood

and i am seeking for control

you're my target

and that's where i reach the final role

i will die, and i am dead once and for all,

for a ghost

without father and for no son