What I want

Welcome to the jungle.

Today let me talk your hand

And I’ll show you what I see.

I see corpses walking,

Running,

Crying.

One shop to the other,

Buying this, buying that.

And deep down inside they’re weeping, screaming

They want to break free.

They want the money,

They want the holy land where they don’t need to feel.

No baby diapers or BMWs

Yes they want, no they don’t.

They want everything

And they’ll race each other for it,

Yes they’ll kill for it.

Murderers,

Raiding the town willing to kill what’s inside for a piece of shiny metal.

And the metal whips burn

And torment

They’re so illusive, so addictive

For a body.

But an addiction never ends,

Till it breaks,

Tears, rips and leaves a burned soul behind.

Oh devil, take me,

They beg till the scars show on the skin

From damage to a soul never meant to breathe.

It’s a straight-jacket your silk suit and socks.

It’s a life-machine your sunglasses and phone.

And these corporations and families and babies everywhere

Just ripping at your hair, your skin, your eyes

Wanting more more more.

It’s a moment’s joy,

The shiny metal.

It’s a moment’s joy

That waiter bowing down

And it’s a just a damn moment’s delight

That piece of soft cloth covering your shame.

And more, till something better comes along

And you want that too.

And you’ll kill for it,

You’ll kill yourself slowly for it.

You’ll inject yourself with fakeness and smiles for it.

I’m no family person,

I don’t want that green lawn with a pretty house

And nasty kids running around happily.

I don’t want to feel safe.

I don’t want the pain.

Give me medicines to cure it,

Give me doctor to make me pretty.

Give me a body to feel warm at night.

Give me a sin to feel alive each day.

 Because this feeling of cold shiny metal lasts for a flicker.

But so does every damn thing else.

Why give up addictions?

Because nothing lasts in this flicker of a life.

I’m not a baby anymore.

I have different dreams now.

Give me sea, give me mountains.

No give me metal and plastic and jewels and toxins.

Give me more.

I want to rule the world,

I want the power and I want control.

I want the bending and the bowing

And the right to reject

I want the world in my palms

And I want to crush it with all my might.

Yes that’s what I want

And then maybe I’ll breathe for a minute.

Or maybe I won’t because

It’ll be over

I’ll be dead then.