Thankful always I will be
Grateful from take one
As if I was declared dead
While still smiling on the live stream
Forever feeding sharks real questions
For which most answers brawl
To get to the top of the bait pile
I die every day exactly as if
I was only living to hear
The sound of one real question
To kill me or not to see me
Blind ones living out to the fullest
Their final fantasy of stomping
The natural extension
To the downwards spiral
Pay attention before take two
For the skeletons are kicking calendars
Usually hidden in my closet
While spreading unruly rumours
Between the sweaty sheets
With all this undue respect
And other backwards thinking habits
That gathers around here
In front of the forest fire
I smear my dirty fingerprints
All over the forbidden screen
With freestyle ambitions
Of becoming just another
One waiting for my genius
To be discovered at last
For my treasure to be unearthed
And for my cookie to finally crumble
As long as the big bites
End up in a coffee cup
Where the blood feels thicker
Than a stormy glass of water.
