9.5.11

Death obsessed, like a teenager
Sold my tortured youth, piss and vinegar
I'm still angry with no reason to be
At the architect who imagines
For the every man, blessed sisyphus
Slipping steadily into madness, now
that's the only place to be free
But here it comes, that heavy love
You're never gonna move it alone
Here it comes, that heavy love
Tattooed on a criminals arm.
Distorted sounds on oscilloscopes
Distorted facts I could never cope
My private life is an inside joke
No one will explain it to me.