sábado, 7 de agosto de 2010

pure-za.

Maze...psychopathic daze...i create this waste
Back away from tangents on the verge of drastic
Ways...can't escape this place...i deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes i think i'm slowly dying

Put me in a homemade cellar
Put me in a hole for shelter
Someone hear me please all i see is hate
I can hardly breathe and i can hardly take it

Handsonmyfaceoverbearingican'tgetout

Lost...ran at my own cost...hearing laughter, scoffed
Learning from the rush, detached from such and such
Bleak...all around me, weak...listening, incomplete
I am not a dog, but i'm the one your dogging

I am in a buried kennel
I have never felt so final
Someone find me please, losing all reserve
I am fucking gone, i think i'm fucking dying

You all stare, but you'll never see
There is something inside me
There is something in you i despise

Cut me - show me - enter - i am
Willing and able and never any danger to myself
Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain
Or was my tolerance a phase?
Empathy, out of my way
I can't die

Purity.



Agradecimientos a Nariz Sangrante. Gracias, querido, por sacarme de ese montón de deshecho en el que estaba (:

Y, como es costumbre, esta vez la romperé. No me iré por un ratito, ni por dos ni por tres. Me quedaré aquí porque tengo muchos más motivos para eso, pese a quien le pese, pase lo que pase y pise a quien pise.

Gracias y hasta luego.