Monday, 31 December 2007

Fantastic fantasies

As the bomb ticks:

The bosses breeding women,
The jobs killing vermin
Born to complain
A thought bursts into a thousand bubbles,
Nothing as it seems…the colors are beautiful
I get too tired to ride the crazy train
For a piece of your mind I offer a tiny grain
Shiver down the spine
Everything’s fine
Now follow this line
It leads home

All the pretty stones rest in my palm
Oh I am feeling nice and easy
If this is it, then I’m free

They never wanted you to cry,
But nobody wants to live in a lie
Oh feeling so uneasy...
Just drop to the floor and you will see

Kisses aren’t nice,
When lust and dirt collide.

Forget the face and leave,

Move on with the disease.
The skin is sour, as we lay till the final hour

And all you could do was…
Connect the dots and reveal uneasy thoughts

All the pretty stones rest in my palm

Oh I am feeling nice and easy
If this is it, then I’m free

Something’s missing, do I miss that something?
Hold onto memories until the heart stops pumping
Dance in the fire…

We are being so clever
We are dancing with the devil
As the bomb ticks
As the bomb ticks
All the magic lost their power last night

1 comment:

Sheryl said...

<3 this one Rum. Well and all the other stuff too..write more! :)