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Bottom of the bottle

Meet me at the bottom of the bottle  Cause honesty is a rare commodity And me telling something true about myself is a unusual constancy Cause I am not even my own property Preachin freedom but I am a victim to the system Cause I am not more than the moment I give in Living up to the worlds expectations  But my true character is not a quotation  Meet me at the bottom of the bottle Cause we’re not even as worthy as the dottle

Time

I’m a prisoner to my own imagination  To my dreams, my sight and my reputation Crawling somewhere in the middle of nowhere Just trying to fit into what I heard There has to be a solution Cause I can hear the clock ticking but I just can’t move and Am I just paralyzed or even alive I can’t remember the day I died Cause it’s been all the time

Left (I bet you'll come back)

I got a sweater left  And I bet it smells like you It’s the only thing you have left That’s what you always do For your 5 year old own blood Close to be drowning in the flood Tell me that I am not a load I bet you’re already down the road I told myself you’ll come back One day you’ll be better, I am sure there’s a piece of heart in your chest Or at least I hope that someday you’ll be sitting beside my bed So I don’t have to keep you in memory like this when we’re dead Or have to get everything you weren’t able to give through theft So please don’t go ahead Like this, don’t leave me left You always left me I told myself you’ll come back I got a memory left And I bet it’s not even true It’s the only thing you have left For your 12 year old fool Telling myself that I am wrong about you You can’t be this far away Was of course not what you wanted to do Leaving me left I told myself you’ll come back One day you’ll be better, I am sure ther

Revolution

Are you also so rebellious here? Cause we love to act like we have the chance To step against the resonance Also got a tattoo of your idol, my dear? Cause we love to be the reckless revolution Against corruption and absolution Are you also filled with anger and fear? Cause in the inside of your chest you already know you gave the best But this world is heartless and there is no place for the smartest Who realized its all plastic and money and about the dynastic

Scratching

Do you have something, something left deep under your skin Is there something scratching and aching from the within Are you hiding thoughts, because they might conquer your world Did you drown something to keep the water still Are you ill Right under the perfect facade Is there a hole you desperately try to fill Every morning, telling yourself in front of the mirror that it’s alright You’ll just have to fight for one more night To keep it all in line

Snake

A fresh start hides right under my skin Peeling like a snake, the bad comes from within Should never forget that even in volatile times My best task was always to act like it’s all in line I can always be so good, even with poison as my blood When red‘s drippin’, drippin’, it always looks like mud Beautiful is fragile, but also hard like ice cold stone And the greatest minds grew up alone, so I’ll get myself together for 24k gold and a skin that I won’t have to cast off Cause I am so sick of feeling lost

Bags packed

Bags packed and I’m taking steps back All I have fits into not more than two boxes Never sure, only sure that I’ll never come back Cause life turned into a web of paradoxes Got a train ticket, didn’t told anyone Just need to disappear, I’m sorry mom Cause all the air I had to breathe Slowly turned into nitrogen Spent hundreds of dollars on the golden cage Pearl bracelets slowly feel like chains It’s 3 AM and I can smell this little city of broken dreams Peaceful sleeping, but the bitter truth is hidden in every gene