Who spoiled the rod?
Eavesdropping
You cannot trick the master of illusion
I\'ve learned
There\'s a bag of symptoms
In the corner of the hospital room
I move around, I\'m a dune
Flowing like a stanza
Child of a pathological liar
I descry the sky is burning tangerine on fire
It\'s not a surprise, I\'m nonchalant
It has been brought to my attention
You\'re a king-sized phony
There won\'t be a happy ever after
Fugitive doppelgänger
Chasing after stars, in friendly bars
I\'m a shy ne\'er-do-well, turtle coming out of my shell
Looking for a kiss and a birthday wish
I\'m sick and twisted
Moving like music, effortlessly stoic
Fruitless hermit
Moping around an empty house
I am numb, ytterbium
Still soul-searching
At war with my gypsy reflection
Longing for something
The numb feeling is dominant
Like a varicose vein or a protruding stomach
It comes and goes like I promenade
Poker-faced
I thought I deleted it from my memory
The last time I was duck egg blue
I tried to kill myself
In the darkness down a cul-de-sac
Thinking back, it\'s difficult to recollect the past
The times I cried and the times I laughed
I don\'t want to wake the beast
I open the curtains, I let in the sunbeams
I\'ve decided I want to live, I\'m a contradiction
Ersatz Latin, I\'m not exaggerating
Every night I hear suburban police sirens
Dashing down streets
They knock me off my feet
They sweep up all the foliage
Then they leave like a thespian
Exiting the stage
Like fancy calligraphy
After that, everything is silent
I sit in my easy chair, in an umbra
Dour warrior, Salvador, brother of Yugoslavia
Cynosure yapping
Dwelling on yesteryear like the Minotaur
In the labyrinth, I\'m trying to find my way
I\'m trying to find my way out of the night
Going left then going right.