1. THE GIRL NEXT DOOR IS ALWAYS SCREAMING...

Amy, sweet lewd Amy...
The way she moans, it's so obscene
Whether she's crying or complaining aloud,
And the way she's getting beaten, it's arousing

I cannot differ the sounds anymore,
They all seem like a relentless buzzing discomfort
Fuck this treacherous imagination of mine,

If you only knew the complexity of the scenarios emerging from there
It feels like a bad soap-opera, yet you cannot help yourself from watching the next episode

She must be so beautiful; I guess that is why I hate her and her voice that much
The mystery, of her real self, is far more interesting than actually knowing
Introspection, yes I do fear its return

It has forced me to review most of the basics concerning females

I hear them, again and again, throughout the night
I don't remember the last time I slept,

And I'm not feeling well, here, alone with my thoughts...
Staring at a blank wall

Battered and bruised, bleeding on the floor
Worthless piece of meat, I know she's crushed
But I am useless, unable to save her, and maybe I don't want to

Oh how I beg for complete silence...



2. THE BUD DWYER EFFECT

It takes guts and a gun
Just like Bud Dwyer lil' surprise
A defect, a defect
No one will ever see it coming...

I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance
Orchestrated by the Enemy
It dwells deep, yet grows strong, within...
(I'm working against myself? Well am I?)

Everything dreadful happening, imagine how I should feel,
When realizing that it was planned
From a beginning that I don't even recall, (Recall!)

From a beginning that I don't even recall,
You might call this a tragedy; seem more to me like simple standard habits

Wishing to be finally saved, waiting for something/someone that would order me
To follow a certain purpose with both convictions & devotions

If you only knew how I'm tired of your paintings.

Your bold landscapes sucks and have ceased to amaze me a while ago
Be a pal and let me add a little fantasy of mine, abstraction
Of scarlet red, pure... so pure

(Drained away by violence, insanely driving to kill)

Are there any written rules related to simplicity
I guess not, so how come your judging?
You won't the day that it will all end,
Drenched in vital fluids (.357)

As you are forced to witness
The spontaneity of the events,
And I won't be a bother no more?