honest art would be unbearable
for anyone but the artist
we always have to tone it down
think of our precious audience
even if its blood, guts and vomit
it has to mean something
or look beautiful
to get it that modern meseum
hipster pretense
honest art could change the world
but nobody really wants that
it’s all just lies and false promises
change is easy and fast
even factory farms would not last
a sudden reluctance to no longer buy
rape, torture and pedofiles
but that would never sell
so humanity puts up with its self made hell
honest art makes me feel real and whole
destroys all my relationships
including the one with myself
all the hate and shame
eventually turns in on itself
when there’s noone left to blame
nobody around to even give a fuck
until there’s nothing left but this
the bitter ramblings of a lunatic ouf of luck
no chart topping 15 minutes of fame
here to be found
it’s all just me
the poetry of sound
honest art created my whole life
i had to really dig deep
to get at that which makes me tick
writing songs was always a kind of medicine for me
it began at 15 when i had nowhere else to turn
still remember the hollow emptiness
eternal crack in the heart
drowning in light and faith in love
how i went back into the world again and again
as if i was living some secret agent double life
all my friends and family and lovers
never really understood who i am
nor could they ever know
how could they
when i barely do myself
and when i do
it’s like a perfect moment with someone
when you know you cannot stay
try to fix things from sharp pieces
of heart glass