Coming 2 U

Coming 2 U

I’m on a high, let me say
Cause I’m coming to you
Thinking of what we could do
Stretching on a lazy Sunday

I have the feeling of flying
Hovering on this strange rock
All emotions and no talk talk
Telling the truth, ain’t no lying

It is all about moving, moving
Hanging clueless in the air
The wind blowing through my hair
Overwhelmed by the thought of loving

I’m on a high, let me say
Cause I’m coming to you
Thinking of what we could do
Stretching on a lazy Sunday

I’m rocking in my chair
Surfing on a big wave
Coming out of my cave
Climbing an unsurmountable stair

I’m high up on the roof
Playing drums in my heart
We can never go apart
I will never keep you aloof

I’m on a high, let me say
Cause I’m coming to you
Thinking of what we could do
Stretching on a lazy Sunday

Blood revenge gone mad

You can run, but can’t hide
No mercy from our side
We want to see red, red
Blood revenge gone mad

Do you really think
That we will forget
The things you’ve done
The monster you’ve become

There will be no forgetting
Gonna make you sweating
We will roast your ass
You’re the cruellest in class

You can run, but can’t hide
No mercy from our side
We want to see red, red
Blood revenge gone mad

With all your talk of war
Masking your emptiness
Thinking you’re a star
Underestimating our readiness

Surrounded by bootlickers
Living in a world without allies
Who’s gonna protect you
When we’ll come for your ass

You can run, but can’t hide
No mercy from our side
We want to see red, red
Blood revenge gone mad

We may be silent now
Quiet before the storm
But we will not forget
Gonna make you sweat

When you will need us
Only then you’ll know
You’ve gone too far, far
Alone reaping what you sow

You can run, but can’t hide
No mercy from our side
We want to see red, red
Blood revenge gone mad

Broken bag ragtime

Hey poor man, walking in your rags
Holding pieces of your broken bags
With hollow eyes and a vacant stare
How did you end up wandering there

Cut off and drifting from the normal crowd
Where people talk and engines roar out loud
Yet like a child, a little care brings grace
And a bright smile lights up your weathered face
You beg for food to make it through the night
And an old paper brings you pure delight

Nobody asks you how your day has been
You’re just a shadow that is never seen
They rush right past, they never look around
Your quiet pleading is a ghost-like sound
In this fast world, there is no place to stay
The hectic city simply turns away

Hey poor man, walking in your rags
Holding pieces of your broken bags
With hollow eyes and a fixed-on gaze
A bit of kindness sets your heart ablaze

At most, the passersby will speculate
And wonder how you met this heavy fate
How did you lose the home you used to know
Where did your mother and your siblings go
When did the walls of safety start to crack
And leave you out here with a broken back

Always camping on the corner stone
Facing the coldness of the world alone
Do people find it hard to see you there
Does your grim reality provoke a scare
For no one wants a mirror looking back
To show how fast a life can jump the track

Hey poor man, walking in your rags
Holding pieces of your broken bags
With hollow eyes and a frozen gaze
A bit of kindness sets your heart ablaze

Hollow things

I’m shutting out my mind
To the hollow things you do
I’m leaving every trace behind
To meditate you out of view

You simply cannot comprehend
The world beyond your skin
The hopes of better men you end
While drowning in your sin

You’re just a brainless drifting fish
Leading ignorant fools
Who wake to find their only wish
Was broken by your rules

I’m shutting out my mind
To the hollow things you do
I’m leaving every trace behind
To meditate you out of view

A narcissist with twisted goals
Void of empathy
You fail to play human roles
Or feel our misery

And still you babble on and on
A spoiled brat’s demand
The weight of office is now gone
You never led the land

I’m shutting out my mind
To the hollow things you do
I’m leaving every trace behind
To meditate you out of view

You speak with a childish tongue
With power in your grip
While the world is high-strung
Watching reality slip

Sycophants sit in a row
Watching the base decay
When you’re a weight they cannot stow
They’ll throw you all away

I’m levitating
I’m shutting you out
I’m meditating you away

Quick relief

Don’t stand in my way, chief
I’m in a rush, a real rush
Have to go, can’t wait to flush
I’m going for a quick relief

I’m looking at all the buttons
Can’t wait to try deodorizing
To me it all looks amazing
Staying too long, feels like stargazing

I don’t have to lift the lid
Just sit down for nature’s call
It takes care of all left behind
Gives you peace of mind

Don’t stand in my way, chief
I’m in a rush, a real rush
Have to go, can’t wait to flush
I’m going for a quick relief

It is the rolls of Japan
All high tech put in a toilet
To make it comfortable for you
Warming your butt, it’s a real bijou

It closes the lid when done
And with an automatic flush
It avoids nasty conversations
Saving the marriage from trouble

Don’t stand in my way, chief
I’m in a rush, a real rush
Have to go, can’t wait to flush
I’m going for a quick relief

Gonna give you all I gotta

I’m gonna give you all I gotta
Gonna turn myself inside out
My heart beats, I’m on a cloud
I’ll show you a lil whole lotta

Seeing only smiles on the street
I’m riding on a high, let me say
Waiting for the end of the day
No more chatting, let us meet

You’re rushing in my dream
Taking you on a night train
Or let us wine in the rain
Longing for us to be a team

I’m gonna give you all I gotta
Gonna turn myself inside out
My heart beats, I’m on a cloud
I’ll show you a lil whole lotta

You are on my mind, what we’ll do
Rocking on my mama’s chair
Twisting butterflies in my hair
Yes, I’m sure, it needs to be you

Riding home with silly thoughts
Taking you to the sky for us to dine
The right place for you to shine
Deep emotions got me caught

I’m gonna give you all I gotta
Gonna turn myself inside out
My heart beats, I’m on a cloud
I’ll show you a lil whole lotta

Push of a knife

It’s a never ending struggle
That we have to juggle
With all the dreary things
That work puts on our path

They make us will-less pussies
Keep us pushing and pushing
While they enjoy the fruits of life
Doing nothing, for them no strive

It is all gonna change
We are gonna change lanes
No longer leading the life
Ending it with the push of a knife

We don’t know where we are heading
Throwing it all away, all away
But no worries, we watched the decay
We’ll invent something pleasant to stay

We will leave your cruel world
Of senseless repeating things to do
For a little pay at the end of the month
To be spent on things flowing back to you

It is all gonna change
We are gonna change lanes
No longer leading the life
Ending it with the push of a knife

We will start what you hate to see
Destroying the base under your feet
We will make you crumble, make you stumble
Wiping you away from this world

No longer will we follow
What you have for us in petto
We will break away, and cut the chains
No longer will we endure your pain

It is all gonna change
We are gonna change lanes
No longer leading the life
Ending it with the push of a knife

Mr. Billionaire

Mr. Billionaire, how does it feel
Sitting on a pile of money?
Seeing people with no meal
Poverty is very real, it ain’t funny

How many zeros do you need to see
Before you even start to realize?
Life is all about sharing, about you and me
Let me give you this small piece of advice

Protecting all the wealth you’ve earned
Don’t even think it is related to merit
It is what the collective have learned
Don’t repeat the riddle like a naive parrot

Mr. Billionaire, how does it feel
Sitting on a pile of money?
Seeing people with no meal
Poverty is very real, it ain’t funny

You are trying to take control
But only to enrich yourself
Not for the betterment of society
Better store your ego on the shelf

There are many things you could do
Pay your fair share of taxes for one
Fight climate change, see it through
Stop gathering for more when the day is done

Mr. Billionaire, how does it feel
Sitting on a pile of money?
Seeing people with no meal
Poverty is very real, it ain’t funny

Poverty is real
It ain’t funny

Horrible composition

I’ve been working
I’ve been sweating
Do not make me listen
To your horrible composition

I fail to understand
Why you ever thought
It would be a good idea
To make these ugly sounds

Using highly trained skills
Toggling inside the piano
Absence of any notes
Only pain to the ears

I’ve been working
I’ve been sweating
Do not make me listen
To your horrible composition

Your atonal sound is
Sold to me as an experiment
I think they’re wrong
I call it a music excrement

How did you unlearn
Everything they taught
About music and harmony
About rhythm and feeling

I’ve been working
I’ve been sweating
Do not make me listen
To your horrible composition

It is all about shrieking
Hurting the damned thing
Make it scream and peeping
Taking out all the swing

How am I to relax and enjoy
If you fail to understand
For what I’m longing
Make me feel belonging

I’ve been working
I’ve been sweating
Do not make me listen
To your horrible composition

We are the people

Hey Mr. President, we are the people
Who will not let you get away with it
We are going to kick you in the balls
Grab your wife by her kinky pussy

You will be accountable for all your lies
For trampling democracy with your tiny feet
For burying the secret files making you complicit
For calling an insurrection without doing proper time

Hey Mr. President, we are the people
Who will not let you get away with it
We are going to kick you in the balls
Grab your wife by her kinky pussy

You will be brought to jail where we make you squeal
For your vengeance invoked on innocent people
For separating mothers from children
And sending them over the borders like criminals

Hey Mr President, we are the people
Who will not let you get away with it
We are going to kick you in the balls
Grab your wife by her kinky pussy

You will have to do your time
For all your money grabbing and sharing
The profits with your billionaire friends
Who are enslaving our kids to social media

Hey Mr. President we are the people
Who will not let you get away with it
We are going to kick you in the balls
Grab your wife by her kinky pussy

Hey Mr. President we are the people
Who will not let you get away with it
We are going to kick you in the balls
Grab your wife by her kinky pussy