1. BETRAYING MY SWEET RELIGION

I breathe air
The air swallows me
Switch the rules
That’s fine with me

I am silent
Will not speak
If you’re sure that’s best
That’s fine with me

I hear a voice
It speaks to me
If I won’t understand
That’s fine with me

I am now
Will not be
If then is now
That’s fine with me

Plug em in
Pull the trigger
Double the dosis
To make them consider

Inject weakness
Make numb and unable
Creation of guilt
For being unstable

Control of choices
Condemnation of will
Stuff the incomprehensable
With a shitload of pills

Just a needle
In all that is weird
The most effective way
To allay your fear

Cut like a knife
In an unknown realm
Then act like making someone retarded
Equals making someone calm

Beware of difference
Beware and see
There's nothing so practical
As uniformity


2. ORACLE

Stone by stone by stone by stone by stone
I built a castle kind of home
And burdened with self criticism
I make this purpose my own prison

Under different angles, under several views
I place some bricks in positions new
In hope to create something better
A stronger building that will matter

Blood sweat and tears it takes
To set at ease my mind
And it is getting a lot worse
The more years there are behind
I am a slave of agony
And anguish is my lord
My body is his property
Which I abuse to built his fort

The fundament is born from fear
tell it's duty loud and clear
To serve protect and never move
Be water, shock and bulletproof

The walls that I create from hope
With godless storms they have to cope
I make them bigger than I can afford
But I don't care, this fort, my life is worth

The roof at least, I beg you please
To be an endless shelter for my wish
I close my eyes, pray one more time
And then enter the exit...

80 years later, a little storm
Tears a weakened building down
Into oblivion and out of memory
Farewell bitter immortality...


3. THE HEALING FUNCTION OF CREATIVE THERAPY

I paint
I paint a misery
I immerse my brush in indignity
And I paint, I paint without regret
Forgive me for this moment of joy I had

I kneel, I bent, I sit and paint
Make the colours weak and faint
A canvas crying ‘bout her destiny
Begs me to please have mercy

But pretending I am deaf and blind
Continue this crusade of mine
Adding a tinge of discomfort
And a sharp black line to break the heart

Driven by disgust I guide my hand
This painting makes me so content
Using a palet of pure repulsion
Smother laughing’s last convulsion

With agony I emphasize
Failure, defects, mistakes, disguise
A repugnant frame, it is complete
An icecold painting stares at me....

Satisfied I take it with me
Put it in this public place
So everyone is able to see
In disgust they turn their face

I paint
I paint a misery
I immerse my brush in indignity
And no one knows, no one knew
The misery I’ve made is you