Tag poetry

Bolt From The Blue

see the lies in your truths
and the truths in your lies
Then you will be free
And when you are free
You will have conquered
The primal states.

Poorest Man Alive

I want to be the poorest man alive Knowing that everyone around me  Is doing well, is happy and dancing I don’t need any of that All i need is a quiet room

Broke Legend

You have to fight the sickness Everytime you go to the shop Looking for diamonds In a bag of glass War is hell Gypsy at heart Money money gypsy version Lost my

Rooster Illusions

Guess im just anothrr turd on his phoneSitting in an airport, going homeRooster illusions spinning in my headWhat can i say that i havent al

The Trap

its almost impossibleto get out of the trapeven when you knowyou gotta roll with the punchesbut they keep comingreality pounding downuntil you find yourselfin s

Zest

babies crying in a clown world words scurrying like vampire rats running free in old cinemas when the credits roll  the skies will fall dont wanna die unti

Moves

Life is so complicatedyet so simple at the same timeI've been hesitating latelyto make my movesCame out of my caveShowed my faceReleased a new albumMet up with

Captions

I need a haircut. Say what cannot be said Pray to the dead gods Living in your head For a moment’s victory Enjoy it while it lasts What the

Mentals

got this strange sense of doom and gloom as if I’m not even a real person would love to drop these shenanigans get on the righteous path my problem is that I do