Coke Generation Goes to the Toilet

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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

sunny rotten

at the european shores

i chew myself bloody

with jaws of rubber balls

having no strength

to fulfill my desires

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

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