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Coke Generation Goes to the Toilet
the sirens are far
but present
my back is smashed
but present
trucks
and every populist
gets 15 minutes of fame
note from web-
designer:
you can stay here for 10 secs.
coke generation goes to the toilet
while the Trumpers scream motorically:
build that
'damn wall
i can't afford their fashion
no, oh, no
boredom takes over
in here
controlled grimaces are present
in here
hollywood dildoes
arise in here
my cellphone guides
my distant brain
out there
hey city!
it's not inspiration
when the chainsaw people
cuts the street polls
precisely
the people goes into stores
pale and arrogant
and i can't afford their fashion
no, oh, no.
While the russians dance
on the edge of freedom
i search under every cobblestone
While the russians dance
on the edge of freedom
i kiss a revolution
while power stations
pumps smug in the distance
it rains on every cobblestone
while Putin dances
in the shower
i kiss a revolution
in this hour
while Trump snorts
coke in the office
like every set of eyes
on this disco floor
grandpa lets go
of the last pollute oxygen
i looked for my heart
in the mirror
and gave my sorrow
and i:
i kiss i kiss i kiss
i kiss i kiss i kiss
i kiss i kiss i kiss
i kiss i kiss i kiss
i kiss i kiss i kiss
i kiss i kiss i kiss
i kiss i kiss i kiss
i kiss i kiss i kiss
i kiss i kiss i kiss
i kiss i kiss i kiss
while the refugee kids
floats with the fish
i sweat, i sweat, i sweat
i sweat, i sweat, i sweat
i sweat, i sweat, i sweat
i sweat, i sweat, i sweat
i sweat, i sweat, i sweat
i sweat, i sweat, i sweat
while your naiv eyes
bounce electrified with life
we howl to the moon
and vanish in techno du-st.
it travels into and through
my vibrating veins
and i feel my genitals split
into stiffer material
dance for me
while the tumor thorbs
dance for me
my eyes start to faze
body modernize quicker!
i slither!
into the lights maze
ask me about something
ask me about something
ask me about something
ask me about something
ask me about something
ask me about
ask me about
ask me about
ask me about
ask me about
ask me about
I'm behind the screen
behind the porn
beyond my sexuality history
take my hands
i sit here cook-ed up on anxie-ty tears, take
my hands and let us revolt into
the pink light
the hopeful rai-
ny night, and dissolve into it
I see you fading
Take my hands love
‘Cause I’m fading
My tongue and ears and mind and eyes
Disappear
Give me back the roses Hollywood
‘Cause I’ve never felt more sincere
just another life
just another line
just another life
just another life
just another line
just another life line
life line
life line
life line
you're so lovely
you don't know you excist
you are so fucked up
you don't know you are a love
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