Fascinating,
ain't it?
sorrow that
coincidences by
itself to be
nothing but
a miserable
time-taking and
imperfect crime, it's
gone already

And now I
see that all
this noise going
on around
nothing, we're
in nothing
so the world's
humble but
in nothing, pride is
nothing, pride is to be
gay

Weird how we
end all we need
is it an instinct?
randomly doing
dumb things

Poetry is dead
on this Earth
ended, finished
task completed
recycle poets in a
yellow submarine

Making you go
underground
subway
instead of
cunning for
all those
lover boys

Another day
to live,
to go wrong
repeating
all your mistakes
concrete
tells us
in books to
own everything
nothing

Thank you
oh shit

Superman
to save us
please, we...
i don't know
don't think

Things
holy things
in
nowhere
gone, dust
sanctuary

Please, I'm
on my way
showing
indecision?
top
is very high,
everest

Tomboy
hot, unfeminine
instinctly in
new world you
know what
is violence
nothing but a
game

Wonderful
is the world
super, yeah
hope is dead, pope
fucking little boys?
usual
lust, that's all

Thrashcan,
hangman
obey, don't ask
under the sheets a
garage door
how on Earth?
thinking's forbidden, sorry

Suspicious? No
us, the blind
coincidences, we
know