Fuld af spørgsmål d. 12. februar 2019, 13:44:34 – 13:48:49

Jeg fødes og sættes op på den store moder
Jeg ville blive gammel
Kan du hjælpe mig?
Jeg vil have en klar død
Jeg ville blive gammel
Jeg siger det som det er
Jeg vil have en klar død
Jeg ved det ikke
Jeg siger det som det er
Fra hvor til hvor
Jeg ved det ikke
Fra hvor til hvor
Kan du hjælpe mig?
Jeg fødes og sættes op på den store moder

Fuld af kærlighed d. 12. februar 2019, 10:50:02 – 10:50:22

Jeg står ved vinduet
På samme tid
Det håber jeg
Jeg skærer det af og stiller det op
På samme tid
Der er ikke meget at se her omkring
Jeg skærer det af og stiller det op
Vi står i lort til halsen
Der er ikke meget at se her omkring
Ind gennem lejlighedens vinduer
Vi står i lort til halsen
Ind gennem lejlighedens vinduer
Det håber jeg
Jeg står ved vinduet

Fuld af kærlighed d. 12. februar 2019, 10:47:42 – 10:48:42

Det spektakulære glimt på himlen
At føre samtaler med sig selv
Når jeg er død vil jeg endelig sige alt
Kyllingen kravler ikke ind under vingen
At føre samtaler med sig selv
Plantet i hjernen
Kyllingen kravler ikke ind under vingen
Hvordan kunne vi sove så vildt
Plantet i hjernen
Jeg skal være tro mod det ukendte
Hvordan kunne vi sove så vildt
Jeg skal være tro mod det ukendte
Når jeg er død vil jeg endelig sige alt
Det spektakulære glimt på himlen

I am full of love, February 12, 2019, 10:46:30 – 10:46:49

Just breathing wasn’t enough
I look forward to watching it die
And let a fish swallow it
Branches have left you chafed and red
I look forward to watching it die
Like an internal explosion
Branches have left you chafed and red
They come out of their eggs
Like an internal explosion
Whether it’s game
They come out of their eggs
Whether it’s game
And let a fish swallow it
Just breathing wasn’t enough

Fuld af had d. 12. februar 2019, 10:25:16 – 10:26:56

Er det en skandale
Solen er ikke mere ild end den er rund
At skære den ud så den står frem
At forstå at mørket kalder
Solen er ikke mere ild end den er rund
Efter det sneede med stjerner
At forstå at mørket kalder
Kan helheden skilles ad i sine dele?
Efter det sneede med stjerner
Det er din natur
Kan helheden skilles ad i sine dele?
Det er din natur
At skære den ud så den står frem
Er det en skandale

I am full of hate, February 5, 2019, 15:16:15 – 15:17:51

I inject chilies into everyone’s balls
Like not being able
Before it’s too late
And there we sit in serenity
Like not being able
When I breathe on the mirror
And there we sit in serenity
The loser is an animal
When I breathe on the mirror
Watch yourself projected on a screen
The loser is an animal
Watch yourself projected on a screen
Before it’s too late
I inject chilies into everyone’s balls

I am full of questions, February 1, 2019, 13:12:58 – 13:14:52

To bathe, anoint, swaddle
Is no one home?
It’s so cozy here
A collection of hair and bones?
Is no one home?
All that talk of eternity
A collection of hair and bones?
Everything and everyone is dead
All that talk of eternity
There isn’t really anything
Everything and everyone is dead
There isn’t really anything
It’s so cozy here
To bathe, anoint, swaddle

I am full of hate, February 1, 2019, 13:11:37 – 13:12:31

A coffin that grows within me
These are my unbreakable illusions
Allowing all users
I cut it off and stand it up
These are my unbreakable illusions
I need to cry all the time
I cut it off and stand it up
The winner is an animal
I need to cry all the time
The self is monolithic
The winner is an animal
The self is monolithic
Allowing all users
A coffin that grows within me

I am full of questions, February 1, 2019, 13:10:11 – 13:10:45

The process is complete
You are not beautiful
Suddenly not caring about it
I have no idea
You are not beautiful
I am yours
I have no idea
Release it into my headspace
I am yours
Come peer into my power-machine, loser
Release it into my headspace
Come peer into my power-machine, loser
Suddenly not caring about it
The process is complete

I am full of questions, February 1, 2019, 12:58:50 – 13:00:24

To tell a red tale
Here my old ass will roll around
I see my reflection in its surface
We must be forced to love
Here my old ass will roll around
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
We must be forced to love
This tiny, idyllic human
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
No one can stop me from lying
This tiny, idyllic human
No one can stop me from lying
I see my reflection in its surface
To tell a red tale