On April 28, 2015
I can take the ugly truth in your press,
shut down like a car tire,
if you let go, I will take it on my shoulders like a bag
and drag it away.
Nobody will see it and I'll unify the truth to doom,
so nobody else ever can.
When a maniac punched my brains out
I've fought off the floor, put him in chair to win broken,
got into cab, drugged, found guts to come around
to the man who took it, to steal back my fate.
The tragedy went on while I crawled
under the shouts and strewn wons in quiet
gliding over razor broken glass at knees
covering my face in a mask while I ran.
With that face I could get only one job,
that semblance I had impressed even a lager waitress.
I walked out with the cash to pay the ceremony
in the church of nothing bribing a cloth of the shame.
I paid that unspoken trash with the money of the filth,
hanged the truth on a hook in a remote abattoir,
pulled water to wash blood of my face
and to silent the words that are meant only for you.
Nobody heard it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I took the ugly truth in your press
shut down like a car tire
I took it on my shoulders like a bag
and dragged it away.
Nobody saw it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I can take it,
and now nobody will ever can.
That man never found me, in despair his bride flew, away,
a waitress was a man and a maniac is still there,
here in my head, makes the planet stop.
Sky blue serenity, that turquoise peace
between two of his screams.
Violet magical abstract, regal,
majestic heavens that saves
my life from this madness.
I took the ugly truth in your press
shut down like a car tire
I took it on my shoulders like a bag
and dragged it away.
Nobody saw it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I can take it,
and now nobody will ever can.
