Penile Vitiligo
And so we kept treating each other as trophies
The Elas, the Allies
The shadows, the flat whites
The nauseous past, the naughty overtones
A conglomerate of things that led to other things
To blow up everything the way we did
To decompose, to liquify
To start to bloat
Nails and teeth fall out
Asystole flatline, Asystole flatline
The wilds of bohemia
The land of nowhere
Nowhere to sit
Nowhere to go
Nothing to complain about
I fell and I can’t get up
Would you mind to leave your glasses on?
I am guilty, am I guilty?
Guilty of deliberately exposing myself to you, you
Oh those who know how I passionately hold
my convictions
Daddy was MIA, missing in action
My reaction?
A deduction of fear, a blast of satisfaction
I am terrible, irresistible too
But most we include me out of
They have installed the devils in the first place
Look ma, the absence of good
Also known as evil
Asystole flatline, Asystole flatline
Look at me know
I can almost touch the sky
Believing in afterlife?
Most likely to be mad in this life
Slave morality
Bunch of butterflies came
Salt in my eyes
So, nothing is real?
This blind optimism isn’t real
The phallus of delos is real
Talking birds uh uh ah are real
You are ignorance made of flesh
I can tell
You sure know how to make friends
I can tell
...
Moscow in flames
What a great delight
There’s always space
To raise and rise
Sadly but true
You’ve got nothing to lose
Oddly enough
You’ve been raised by the wolves