farts in moist
enviroment
smell even worse

with a little fantasy
all of a sudden
it makes sense

keeping in touch
with you
is self mutilation

going faster and faster and faster
til my body is covered in sweat and
the belief that my memories are real fades

there are winds
where my best
ain't good enough

in a parallel universe
i probably get rolled over
by cars twice a day

with your money you could
have spared pain, with
your greed you caused even more

traffic jams - the lie of mobility
caged inside metal boxes
going nowhere

one girl: lost in drugs, someplace else
one man: friendly,a short chat
the rest: joyfully aggressive before x-mas

zombies forming a line,
waiting to pay for beer,
looking through bloodshot eyes