Dastrix Slogan
Bluelighter
i am tired of the lies i have been fed.
of the hard cold steel boxes, cold caskets,
rolling one after the other off the production line.
preformatted lives into which we must fit.
the path to each tomb holds just the right amount of twists and turns,
lulling us to believe that we found our own path, we made our own destiny.
the promise of love and life and happy and smiling and you have made it finally.
all just cardboard cutouts, to distract, amuse, bedazzle, sedate,
while we are quietly wheelchaired drooling into our cells.
we wont even hear the clink of the key as the door is locked.
i cannot fit anymore, I will not fit anymore.
too long had i slept on a floor so hard and cold it burnt my skin.
slept in shallow pools of my own vomit, blood and tears;
with loving arms wrapped around me, holding me down choking.
i'm sorry my friends, my family, the ones looking at me
with eyes filled with deep coloured concern and shimmery edges of hope.
it took so long for me to escape, and i have lost so very much trying,
i need you to accept this. accept this or look away.
perhaps i am living under grey, rain-soaked skies,
but do you know what its like to have stood on the beach,
on a hot summers day, the smell of the sea, the sun warming your skin,
and felt your life break apart in your hands
and sift slowly through your fingers?
of the hard cold steel boxes, cold caskets,
rolling one after the other off the production line.
preformatted lives into which we must fit.
the path to each tomb holds just the right amount of twists and turns,
lulling us to believe that we found our own path, we made our own destiny.
the promise of love and life and happy and smiling and you have made it finally.
all just cardboard cutouts, to distract, amuse, bedazzle, sedate,
while we are quietly wheelchaired drooling into our cells.
we wont even hear the clink of the key as the door is locked.
i cannot fit anymore, I will not fit anymore.
too long had i slept on a floor so hard and cold it burnt my skin.
slept in shallow pools of my own vomit, blood and tears;
with loving arms wrapped around me, holding me down choking.
i'm sorry my friends, my family, the ones looking at me
with eyes filled with deep coloured concern and shimmery edges of hope.
it took so long for me to escape, and i have lost so very much trying,
i need you to accept this. accept this or look away.
perhaps i am living under grey, rain-soaked skies,
but do you know what its like to have stood on the beach,
on a hot summers day, the smell of the sea, the sun warming your skin,
and felt your life break apart in your hands
and sift slowly through your fingers?
