Jewel

If you were a peach in my hand, I would peel you; If this world dragged you down with its lies, I would heal you; If you were lost to all ears and all eyes, I’d still feel you; And if your soul’s made a jewel in Love’s crown, I will steal you.

Living the Lie

Life’s a gas
She shows you shots of heaven
So you know how well gods shine
Then she kicks you up the arse
And tells you your love is a crime
That your life amounts to nothing but a foolish fucking farce

Life’s a grass
It grows so green and shiny
That we think that it’s our path
When secretly it’s slimy
And it’s dark and full of wrath
And doesn’t care if we are pushed to cry or pulled to fucking laugh

Life’s a mess
It shows the flowers blooming
But hides the shit behind the Sun
And hopes the blaze will gloom the glow
When the pain has always been the main scene of the show
So be clear it fucking knows there’s only one way this can go

Life’s a cheat
He tells his story palms up like he never knew the price
And slips across the sad parts
Like a skater rides the ice
And while the great scenes hug the spotlight’s find and seek
The lie is that you’ll hear some fucking truthful voices speak

The Truth

Lies become reality:
She wears them like a frock,
So that her prime creation
Cannot tell cunt from cock.

Believe your propaganda?
It's meant for them not you!
For someone had to do it:
So I would do it too.

The Tweet

Twitter's damn loquacious
So very cyberspacious
But utterly ungracious
Back-turning so to face us

Through

this boy don't care no more
lets cold winds howl through broken door
through hollow head across the hall
where sunbeams dance upon the wall
and through his eyes he lets them fall

this boy don't feel no more
soul's shipwrecked on some frozen shore
and slow tears sail through closing eyes
and drench the ground and rip the skies
because all your words of love were lies

The End

so what's all this?
your head's hung low,
your body's slumped and turned to go,
your message shouts from every move:
what is there left to do or prove?

like ghostly birds
your haunted words
sing out to me from deep inside
and warn and cry that life's a lie
and all that counts is how you die

and so we fell
through time and space
to reach your final resting place
the curtain falls, your eyelids close
this is the end you know you chose

Exit

The Book of Lies, Book of the Dead,
The Book of Sex and Drugs, I've read
The words, and drowned in disbelief:
Exit existence like a cheated thief.

So is this what is meant by evil:
Knowing hell is other people?
Working, talking, playing, screwing -
Nothing, ever, is worth doing.