Oil Spill

Sweetness
The cloak’s out, living room
As we disguise our white lies and loose lips
We don’t sink ships
We exchange arrows through
Dark clouds formed an eclipse
With the lighthouse, yet vices rewarded
Virtuals, no incentive
Cause in belly of the beast I am really a tourist
The night sky
Elates my living room
Sooner or later the sunrise will change my mind
With the blood of the moon
A neighborhood has been built
Upon the dead where I was taken captive
Grab the devil by his horns
And face the dim light at the end of the passage
I want to swim
In your oil spill
Soon explosives and explosions, me recall into the self insure
Free me of this madness, really unfolding entropy
Souls are degenerating
And our bodies are a ticking timebomb
We’re gently ceasing to exist
And an iron curtain’s all we’ve left to hand back
I want to swim in your oil spill
I want to sink in your oil spill
I’m always the first to blink
You always will