so come on – take a bite?
I’ll fill you up nice and fat quite fast
before sneaking in to wish you good night.
If I am your poison, then you are but my buffoon,
but if you’re my explorer, then I am your mushroom.
You say I’m just talk, and that I’ll one day eat my words,
yet you fail to see that I’m feeding you something absurd.
Under the umbrella,
we can find some shelter
from the lies of the world
when it’s all Helter Skelter,
so come fill yourself up
and have a nice treat.
You look quite tasty too
since you are what you eat.
You want to taste my thoughts?
Well, that sounds quite a bit odd.
I suppose I must harvest gold ignots
to make a chatty chalice fit for a god.
I’ll write you a drink, so you can taste
what I see before a drop goes to waste.
You told me you needed a mixer,
so I left you with a tasty elixir.
I want to drink you like wine
oh, lovely Valentine.
Just in case
I want to
eat you like a chef,
so promise me you’ll be mine
my dear, sweet, lovely Valentine.
Since the time I was born, I couldn’t wait to die,
and just that thought made me so happy I could cry.
I’ll never be quite the same as I was back then
since everything I once did is repeating all over again.
The truth is always buried beneath clever lying and wit,
and I tend to always remember that the moment I forget it.
I dream during the day because this reality is fake,
and when I close my eyes, I dream of being awake.
I’ll never know everything, and that truly shows
that everything is exactly what ignorance knows.
I calmly look behind my eyes, and then I see: nonsense always made the most sense to me…