Tuesday, April 24

Cleanse You

It can tear me to see you broken,
Like a coughing and spluttering machine
At least if I could wind you up
If you were mechanical
And didn't run on batteries
Could you let me fix you
Not change you,
not alter you

Just fix you

You won't let me see what you've hidden inside
Like it was a treasure you had to protect
You won't let me close to what ripped you apart
What made you label yourself as defect
If I could wind you up
If you worked that way

Could I fix you
Would you let me

It's like you're tangled in a spiral
That no one can unwind
Like your voice is immortalized
On a tape you can't rewind
Like a lost fragment of thought
In your mind

Could I fix you
Would you let me

I already know the answer
It feels like I've already tried
Although most of my confusion
Derives from sad illusions
From melancholia
From my visions

What did I get myself into, what did you
I didn't sign up for madness, did you
I knew you weren't undamaged
But none of us really are
Does that explain anything

Do you ever feel like you need explanations

I can't pinpoint who you are or what you've been
There's a darkness inside of you
I think only I have seen

I wouldn't change you
I wouldn't alter you

Just cleanse you of the darkest darkness
Just fix you

Would you let me

Friday, April 20

Symmetry

Your scent is still everywhere,
draped around me like a blanket
The way your voice is still everywhere,
whispering to me in the dark
I told you I'd follow you anywhere
Follow your broken heart
Like a tourniquet
Like a fresh start

Consider everything that happened until this point
Everything that made you change inside
Will you cherish those moments,
So sweet and invaluable
Learn how to rip them apart

So I couldn't project my life views on you
Couldn't apply my experiences on you
Here I thought I had become wiser,
With my insights
Weren't you more
Didn't you prove my hubris

You always make reevaluate what I see
But I never have to pretend that I'm not me
Do you realize how much that explodes
Into energy
Into symmetry

Sunday, April 1

Algorithms

Is this the truth you wanted
Tell me - is this what you fought to uphold
While every memory told you not to
While every fiber told you to let go
Is this the truth you fought for
The truth you sought for

When did you involve me in your social experiment
Convinced that you could overturn your own experience
Pull the right strings, make all your puppets dance!
The invisible music in your mind that's built of algorithms
Will suit their every step and put them all in trance!

Isn't that a quite modified truth,
the one you pull out of reluctant puppets
Isn't it a quite molded reality,
the one that's reflected in their eyes

There was a time I let myself be swayed by you
I let myself fall into that hypnosis I despise
And a time I told myself I needed you
But I got tangled in my own feeble lie
I made a mistake, trusting the wrong solution
I made a mistake by trusting you

Who can claim ownership of what's true
Claim to own the underlying meaning
Behind every word, every thought, every reaction
Who can claim they know how you feel
Claim to have seen what you are seeing
Painting your new, improved way of thinking
Across your face and across your heart
Across your soul
In place of your own
There's only paint
There's only pain

I've created a refuge, my own little settlement,
Where I will stand for my every sentiment,
Where I will forge my own non-religious beliefs,
And distance myself from everything that drains me,
Where I will dress in words my every thought,
Until you're convinced it's the truth I've caught
The truth you sought