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Inner Sweets
03:20
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INNER SWEETS
The world is empty.
I’m gaining weight and drinking wine.
It’s all about distance now,
quarantine on valentine
The kids will grow up like this
and we fail to maintain our youth.
What was it that we’re waiting for
while we get lost so short of truth?
I’m tired of hedonic pleasure.
Gimme something new and special!
Happiness is an empty goal,
Happiness is Netflix for the soul.
I’m here for the inner sweets!
I’m here for the inner sweets!
I’m here for the higher deeds!
Oh come on, it’s all I need to get along!
It’s Tuesday or Monday,
we don’t care what is true.
We’re so tired of waiting
and still that’s all we do…
I’m here for the inner sweets!
I’m here for the inner sweets!
I’m here for intellectual tweets!
Ah come on let’s dance away our social needs!
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I’m here for the inner sweets!
Just here for the bitter seeds!
I’m here for the thinner beats!
Oh come on, it’s all I need to get along!
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SUICIDE SQUATS
I scheduled a zoom call with the devil
I said Devil, where have you been,
you must be out of business, the world’s doing fine
since everyone’s in quarantine
He said he was getting weak
but now he’s into fitness
He’s stronger than he’s ever been
I’m doing 666 suicide squats
and all my rivers fill with blood
I’m doing 666 suicide squats
and I’m feeling pretty hot
I see angels on treadmills that slowly die of boredom
and I tell you man that this is actually real
I’m doing deadlifts at the dead end of the metaverse
and my barbell is the axis of evil
I’m doing 666 suicide squats
and 42 pull downs
I’m doing 666 suicide squats
far more than anyone around
I’m tired of pretending that it’s gonna be alright
says the man in black to the devil when they meet at night
I’m tired of it as well, but I’m tired of the fact
says the devil to the man in black
I’m doing 666 suicide squats
and the world’s my kettlebell
I’m doing 666 suicide squats
and my muscles burn as hell
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
says the man in black to himself
What doesn’t make you stronger will kill you in the end
says the devil to the men
I’m doing 666 suicide squats
before I’m getting older
I’m doing 666 suicide squats
with the world on my shoulders
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COME ALONE
A sleeping bodies’ love’s died, now we sort out the remains
Companions of the past, now hostages bound with chains
some waiting for execution, some for an exchange
we were used to everything, now everything is strange
With a reason, an appointment and a goal
with a plastic bag of memories and woe
we can boldly meet again
and complete the open end
Come alone
no tricks and no traps, darling
I’ll carry your heart in my pocket
carry my head in your hands
This picture, so familiar, now a foreign element
this note was just a note, now it’s written by your hand
this book, never so important, now a witness in a trial
a few hairs and one eyelash, kept in a special file
With a reason, an appointment and a goal
with a plastic bag of memories and woe
we can boldly meet again
and complete the open end
Come alone
no tricks and no traps, darling
I’ll carry your heart in my pocket
carry my head in your hands
I assure you, there’s nothing more
I have my things back, and you have yours
No more reasons to meet again
This is the the end, for sure,
But OOOOHH I don’t know.
What if I buy your favorite rose
and call the girl to whom it belongs?
Come alone
no tricks and no traps, darling
I’ll bring the rose in my pocket
carry my head in your hands
Come alone
no tricks and no traps, my darling
I’ll bring the rose in my pocket
carry my heart in your hands
when we bravely meet again
to complete the open end
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4. |
Hungry Girl
04:23
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HUNGRY GIRL
My hungry girl,
I see you playing in the street, alone
with a few coins and sticks and stones
with your eyes so empty
with your eyes so wide
with your hunger deep inside
and a half-frozen smile
Feeding you would take a while
but I would do it anytime
My hungry girl,
you crawl like a cat over my defence
you lay your head into my hands
where hunger ends and lust begins
you bite me gently, and a bit to rough
where lust begins and hunger ends
that will hardly be enough
I can’t help but feed you with love
It doesn’t matter who feeds whom
the one who eats out of your hand could feed you
I may eat your hunger when you eat my love
You might have guessed it, but I had no clue
that I’m hungry too
My hungry girl,
where do you belong?
without knowing you I would have guessed
that you need a home to be so strong
you tell me you take candy from strangers alone
but most of the strangers bring candy from home
Some cats belong nowhere
some cats belong home
I can’t help but feed you
with candy from home
that I've been saving for the years to come
when I'll be the hungry one
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THAT TOWN WHERE OUR HEARTS STAND STILL
The sky is empty
all snow has fallen down
let’s move slowly
through that little white town
which we built together
with carefully carved assertions
with main streets for official statements
and hidden rooms for other versions
We’re old enough to know
the risks of those crimes
I swear, we didn’t do anything
we were just spending time
But attraction, nonetheless,
fell down like snow on our skin.
and it got in, crawling all the way
to where those things are happening
Oh how I miss you
since all snow has fallen down
Oh how I miss you
since all snow has fallen down
Oh how I miss you
since all snow has fallen down
and nobody moves around
in that town where our
hearts stand still
because the one that moves first
will be killed
I’m so filled with you, my blood is vibrating
gonna lock myself in those venes
gonna write your name in blood on every inch of that wall
gonna open the windows and let the snow cover it all
gonna wash your name from that wall
gonna wait till I’m empty from you.
and your tracks, just like the foot prints of some smaller birds,
are covered with snow too
Oh how I miss you
since all snow has fallen down
Oh how I miss you
since all snow has fallen down
Oh how I miss you
since all snow has fallen down
and nobody moves around
in that town where our
hearts stand still
and the one that moves first
will be killed
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