Selective MindedI know it's hardBut I'm built like a bulletI will pierce and evisceratePenetrate with pinpoint purposeMy accuracyDepends on where I aimAnd my targetAt a practiced rangeOnly so impossibleHit it head onI know you're hard headedBut I'm dreadedBuilt like a bulletAnd you've pushed my triggers
Parental AdvisoryI'm much older than I lookand so much younger than I seemstuck between perplexity and complexityit's not easy growing up too fastwhile aging too slowlybut that's something we all knowin this day and ageit happens to everyoneone way or anotherresponsibilities overshadow freedomcomfortably settling downbecome impossiblewhen we cannot identifywhat gives us comfortand it seems to methat very few of indeedare even used to ourselvesso take all the time you canevery single moment givento breath a little too deeplyand slow time to a halttake the risk and rush too fastand catch up a littlesomewhere, down the lineI hope we'll sync upyou and you, andI and me,and we'll seem age appropriate.
EgoistApril-sky an innocent redWind carries the smell of smokeAll over Sweden the book burnings glowIn the grand square crosses aflameNow hate's fine if pointed the right wayNothing hits as hard left-wing violenceAnd we will never be like youThere are those who say that love it is so easyEither you have love or you don't have itAnd suddenly you stand there alone in the rainOne foot in the grave among lilacs and studentsWe will live, live lifeWe are drive, we have driveWe will live, live lifeWe take all, yes, all for grantedYou are sugar, curiosityI am strong black coffee, ambitions and rainA monotone verseNeeds a strong chorusOur motto was "take no crap" for a whileBut you came up with a better one:"Be a little, little kinder than you have to be"For we're never going to be like youThere are those who say that love it is so easyEither you have love or you don't have itAnd suddenly you stand there alone in the rainOne foot in the grave among lilacs and studentsWe wil
UserI'm doing sleeplike a junkie does his medicine.It's not the fix I need,but it's legaland it's free.
Runaway Train-of-ThoughtSometimes I think too hardand it overcomes meso fast that I can barelyrecall which thoughtstarted it allbut it's stuck deepfor a few momentsit's all I've got.
Non-LucidityIt's been so longOnly just a momentI still dream of youIn the most innocentOf indecenciesLooking for connectionsBut I'm out of directionsDon't ask me for the wayI won't ask you why you're hereBehind my eyesPast the veilWhere my dreams take place.
Knowing what you're FeelingI want to know what you knowI want to feel what you feelAnd I want to beNothing like you areSo I can complimentAll your phasesLet me be your oasisWonderwall might a be a bit too muchTo ask for thoughSo I'll settle forKnowing what you knowFeeling what you feelBeing everything you're notBecause our favorite movies are best friendsAnd my bookshelfCan talk to yours for hoursAnd my hypothetical record collectionWould hold all our songsAnd so I...I want to know all that you knowI want to feel all that you feelAnd I want to be all that you need.
Divided AttentionsI have missed youSince the beginning of the end.It's a certain sort of lackingBecause I need you like a friendBut I'm drawn in like a beastHow do I reconcile the factThere's a disparity betweenI could just accept itSeems a cowards way aroundBut I don't know if the conceptsCan work hand in handStill I'd like to see them tryGiven a million yearsMaybe the difference will resolveWe'll find each otherOn another shoreHome to neitherBut home to us bothIt'll be the end of it allThe missing and the longingAll the surrounding miseryMaybe we'll be happyBut at the least we'll see moreThan four white wallsThe interior of a cellBuilt out of our wallsWe're escapees, you and IPartners in crimeI've committed murderYou're wanted for a fireSet in a politicians homeSome right-wing gun crazed nutjobAnd you still left his garden wholeYou could never hurt natureIt's nurture you're not for"If it makes more like him"You reason "it must be evil,Something we should abhor."No
Learned BehavioursYou learned me rightAnd taught me wrongNow I'm left with a conflicting impulseBetween what I hear and seeSo please, someone teach meThe grey betweenWhile I'd rather be a necessary evilFor the greater good alignedI'm left like most of usAn in-between, a middleman,An in-the-middle-no-lands-manBut I don't know how to do it.