«não tens tomado conta dos teus anjos»

Fotografia: voz_perdida
Texto: Einar Már Gudmundsson in Anjos do Universo

metempsicoses de tratos imaginados

freak show

yes,
sometimes everything looks like a freak show -
where are you standing? in the arena or amoung the crowd?
.lose the fancy mask.
.or keep it. they make wonders!

.f.u.c.k. . . . . . .i.t.

and vote for Lolita

vê

radiohead

the flan laying on the floor, your oafish face stealing my thoughts, stealing my strength
don't you know they're here to put me inside
the pretty machine in the ceiling x-rays me, what do i see?
an indelible stain on my lungs, rotting inside, rotting inside
brass mouths please eat my spider webs, my poisoned strings mooring me to the walls of this insane house
you fucker think i'm real
i cannot save you i cannot save myself
deep inside your head they drew a map to your sought sanity but you soon lost your way
and something's grazing my skin, deeper into my flesh, a bullet trying to work its way through, it itches, it wears me out
i wish i was bullet proof
dreaming of beautiful landscapes that become landslides, dark skies turning people grey, blinded minds, blinded hearts
nice dream
they build these plastic roads that lead you in circles, you're a fish in an aquarium and your clean face reflected in the water makes you happy
what are we coming to?
and of course i'd like to swim through the sewers against all the filthy shit they made
but the alligators are listening in
and the whispers are making me feel ill, they're inside my head
don't follow me around, my feelings are lost in limbo
you're living in a fantasy world and i'll eat you alive
can't you see i want to be someone else or
i'll fade out again
and again
(the voices telling me to suck your pure young blood, if you don't belive this, sell your soul)
go
because i'm not coming back

For a minute there
i lost myself, i lost myself...