Sodele, ich dachte, es ist mal wieder Zeit für ein paar neue kreative Ergüsse, die keiner kommentiert Ich werd den Thread dann benutzen, um nach und nach alles zusammenzutragen - irgendwo müssten auch noch ein paar Gedichte im off rumschwirren, aber das ist alles Jahre her und von daher, naja... die Zeit wirds zeigen.

Grad eben geschrieben.




Figure

Sitting in a dazing sunrise
Eyes feel cold as boiling dry ice
Can't I figure out the point
Of getting these things done

Watching the sun rise and resink
Watch these people stumble and blink
Can't I figure out the point
To stay instead to run

Feel a chill on my bare sore skin
Soaks my muscles and bones within
Can't I figure out the point
Of helping people out

See the day is getting brighter
Out of bed, almighty figher
Can't I figure out the point
What this is all about

Hear the people whine and complain
Sun's too bright or too wet the rain
Can't I figure out the point
Of laying down again

One more day I rather would skip
Take these blows all stiff upper lip
Can't I figure out the point
In showing off I can

Need the sleep and I am tired
At the same time overwired
Can't I figure out the point
In getting early up

Things to do that I don't want to
Gone to waste but I'll refund you
Can't I figure out the point
In saying what the fuck

Frisch aus der Schreibe.

Whatever (Never coming home)
26/8/07

Listen up, a man who's got a story to tell
Is about to state quite everything he wants
He is all about pretentious behaviour
Demonstrating he don't care 'bout pros or cons

He just claims that he may do just as he wants to
And he just lives his life to show the world that he was cool
He surrenders all his thoughts to gore and violence
Pretending he's a fighter, although he's just a fool


He lives for pride and glory
That's everything he's known
Throughout all his life
It's the same old story
He's never coming home
He's never coming home


Listen up, a girl who's got a story to tell
Is about to be just told to shut it up
She just sits and listens to her so-called friends
Pretending she's a nice girl though they all know she's a slut

She is playing just the fool for all these people
It's all 'bout choosing makeup, dating blokes and buying shoes
She deflects her self-contempt with deep devotion
A different idol everytime that she would watch the news


She feels the shame so gory
So deep inside her bones
This is all she knew
And it's the same old story
She's never coming home
She's never coming home

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They wanted to adore me
But I don't want that throne
Tell me why I should
For it's the same old story
They're never coming home
They're never coming home


Listen up, a kid who's got a story to tell
Is just sitting quiet, doing as he's told
He is all alone inside a dusty darkened hallway
Just with a television and with a cage of gold

He is waiting for another one to come by
But noone ever knocks the door or rings the doorway bell
Drowns his mind inside the numbness of the program
But if his mind was clearer he would guess that he's in hell


He's stuck in balamory
For he is all alone
He just wants to be seen
But it's the same old story
And noone's coming home
And noone's coming home