Westward

Hilltop

HILLTOP You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… And it grinds my gears how in the middle of the night that sleep paralysis wraps itself around me… Around me… That sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis You’re just a cog 24/7, lost in dreams about the westward You’re just a cog 24/7, lost in dreams about the westward You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill You reach the top of the hill You reach the top of the hill, lost in dreams about the westward

Westward

WESTWARD It was more than a season But I just cannot tell Cause I’ve got lack of eloquence And all the words are on the run I glimpsed what thousand oceans Of countless verbs have not become Maybe I’ve made up my mind Flying away can’t hold a candle to Waking feeling the ground, touching the pastures of green Avoiding all of the scheme Of this crazy machine I’m just in doubt moving forward Is there still a light to the westward? Is there still a light to the westward?

Middle Finger

MIDDLE FINGER Serendipitously raised middle finger Crossed hearts and hope have died Running the quay, groundbreaking stringer Seems scorned as a nonplussed tongue-tied All worthless nights, detached broken sinew Forfeited lust on to-do lists, lust lies anew Nadir and the goal falls short of the reach Neither shore nor beach got elicit speech Then isolation is what it is I’m a mariner adrift in an ocean of gods A wide-ranging vision, bliss Blissful silence wipes dreadful odds All bothered, depth, darkening-blur season Even Elysian fields, wood-thrush, no reason If all times lead to a bowsprit quest, That’s how subtle the quarrel test Needly barefoot through the woods at last Which is no more than a state of mind Waterfalls of aloofness ambush in a vast In a vast but west rootless corner of a kind Isolation makes way for bliss Enthroned thrilled shivered pith All limerence towards me, the abyss Abyssal bewilderment, zenith Collusion in pattern gets this Enthroned thrilled shivered pith What a wide vision this is Thrived bewilderment, Heathcliff (Zenith) Mind over matter forever and ever Innuendos to dismiss what it is and whats not Nile waters wet the lawn of a heart’s weather Dismissing scene: your goal fails the hilltop When I’m dreaming and then I realise I’m dreaming and decide to do whatever I want inside that dream, do I have control of that dream or am I just dreaming that I have control? (Reversed)

Watchmen

WATCHMEN Hide yourself inside that cold feeling The machine won, the machine is winning The Beverly Hills Hotel has no exit You won’t be forgotten, you’ll never forget it The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Who are gods consulting themselves with? Why all the young girls are now praising Lilith? Dominion is set upon every mind The maze has no easy way out to find The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? There’ll always be more than meets the eye Hail the lord, the Lord Of The Flies The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Hide yourself inside that cold feeling The machine won, the machine is winning The Beverly Hills Hotel has no exit You won’t be forgotten, you’ll never forget it The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Another non-disclosure-agreement As if I were such a well-known singer Withstanding my raised middle finger

Lemonade Acid

LEMONADE ACID There’s a black hole in everything’s heart, that’s how the light goes out to dark Dominion is set upon every mind The maze has no easy way out to find If all times lead to a bowsprit quest That’s how subtle the quarrel test You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge bolder Which falls all the way down then you start to rolling it again Maybe I’ve made up my mind Where’s the exit door? Why is it the floor keeps stretching? Do I overthink a lot because my mind is like a corridor in which every exit door ends up on a new corridor? Like walking an endless alley at 3 am in a lucid dream? How far does this tunnel extends? Am I too messy and I don’t get along with people because they don’t look at things the way I do Or was I just born unsympathetically nonchalant? What if you actually never was born? What if you’re a steam of consciousness from a distant intelligence from another dimension? Isn’t it convenient that none of us remember being born? If we live in a simulation, why does the programmer allow us to question the programming And be aware that we are just a bunch of zeros and ones? If God was created by Adam, who made Adam? And who’s the who from whom he comes from and so on and on and on? How lucid is the dream? How long have we’ve been asleep? Is there a way out? In the journey to find the ultimate answers that would solve all things in existence, I’ve been told that a wise old man who lives at the top of a mountain, In a heath near a cliff, had what I was looking for Eventually, I got there, knocked at his door, his name is Heathcliff, I said I was there for the answers and he said he already knew it And as I leaned to hear it better from his whispering peaceful voice My sight got stuck at a scene I glimpsed over his shoulder, Of thousands of skeletons and dead bodies lying down there, Swaying mechanically in the sea Whilst foaming waves pushed them against the rocks at the corner of the mountain I asked and he told me that that was just inevitable As by the moment one listens the great and undisputed truth of it all About the meaning of life and so on “The acknowledgment of the informations I give Hit the nervous system like a parasite that grows in seconds And by reaching its peak the reaction of jumping off the cliff is inescapable” So “Yes”, he explained, “You’ll have the whole knowledge ever desirable And will know everything, but mind you that it will last half a minute Before you’re gone for good” So now, he leaned towards me And proceeded to begin telling me the answers I was searching for so long My mind stretched tons with the information, just like he said I gazed for long years into the abyss, the abyss also gazed into me I jumped and as I drowned the last beat of pulse in me left the body I was gone Then, I heard a siren ethereal voice singing over the waters And I immediately started to float back to the surface I was back Heathcliff told me “that never happened before” It's been a long journey from nowhere to nowhere, nothing to nothing It al ends with you lying in your bed The lamp across the room illuminates your empty gaze in the half light You drink and know the dream has dreamt itself Tomorrow’s bells will toll, you’ll run more fast Perhaps, it was never just lemonade Maybe you only remember it that way But you can’t tell if its the acid that was programmed to taste like sugar and now tastes like acid Or if its the sugar that was programmed to taste like sugar and now tastes like acid Sugar or acid, all is one You swallow the last drop, and finally let go: It was never lemonade, it was always lemonade