ta tam tam tarata tam
i boom my box and you oughta hear it
i don't care if you don't listen but i am sick
and tired of such fooling games
i restrain my drum and the skin on it
if it's density is too intense for you
talking truth instead of tounges would be a favour you'll do
for now the fence which you rode on
is about to ravel down
alongside
the

facade from where we hide

du dum du dum dumbara dum
i dust of the corners of where i lay
the space is too crowded of wicked days
minutes that fades into a wasted place
i'm not looking for room to where i could erase
painful memories
i take them as they take me
but i must agree
the beauty of my cracks is special
and they give me a possibility to cry
while smiling

ha ha hum humm hmmm
i breathe the lower i get and take larger breaths
there's nowhere to rest when justice was dispatched
in role-play

final session is always new
i do not want to understand you
if you don't want to even try
for me

who am i
some body made of water
coagulating rain?

i feel like a scare-crow when you look into my eyes
i feel like a reflection which you're not prepared to see
i feel like a rotten fruit while you are not even ripe
i feel unsatisfied

and the least i want
is a fucking cigarette now

where is the appreciation
from honesty?

honestly
do not take chances if chances is not want you wish for
do not run on rom and coke if you're not ready to go unsteady
with unsober mind

mind you
and your crippled mistakes

i'm not
fine.