They scream, but who hears ?
They suffer, but who cares ?
You see them as a product, something for consume
To satisfy our consumer addiction
you’ve got them in your table, their blood, their bones
all their suffering
is only another piece of meat between your teeths.
Could you look at them, to their eyes and tell them :
I’m sorry, but my hunger is worth your suffering ?
Me, not …
Next time you eat a chicken, a piece of meat
cow meat, pig meat, sheep meat, or a fish
know that this tasty meal was a life
that lived in fear, imprisoned,
She told me :
“Draw a tree”
A tree broken in the middle, death
That’s what I’m, a tree broken in the middle
This shadows are
There are terrible feelings and
All over the floor
Over your mother’s bed
And the wine is not enough
It’s a rough party
Porn movies turn us all
Gang banged twins on the carpet
Punk rock, Deathrock, twisted music on the stereo
Blue pills made me
I masturbate to the closest star
Over the chaos of my wasted-youth-memories
It happened so fast,
One day you was drinking wine,
The next day you was in the hospital,
And from there straight to the earth,
Your tomb was open, waiting for you.
I saw you there
You was wearing a three piece suit
Your eyes closed
Your soul so far away.
While everyone was crying
I was only thinking about
How I did like to cum inside the ass of your niece
That wasn’t part of my family
But of your woman.
I didn’t really cared if you was alive or death
You died for me when I was 2 years old
A child looking at his father’s back and not understanding
Where is he going, why he will not come back.
You phoned me from time to time
And the days I was lucky you came to visit,
We did go to buy some comics, take a ride in the old and dusty car, and buy some toys.
The days I wasn’t lucky
You simply did not come.
I waited for you and then my mother used to take me to the cinema,
I get accustomed to cry in silence, in dark corners,
And the sadness give way to anger.
Lot of years I spent hating you,
But now, I can somehow understand you.
Oh, dad, you didn’t knew how to be a father,
All that you knew was to be a plumber (and even not a good one …)
And to smoke marihuana in your own arcade store with the boys of the neighborhood.
It was all so fast
One day you was winning me at chess
The next day Death had reclaimed your life.
Yesterday I found a pigeon
In the door of my work
He was dead
His eyes drained of life
Fixed in the remoteness, far away of this world.
I felt sad but
I take him and put him in the garbage,
What else could I do ?
Now he is free, the little pigeon
Free to fly at the side of God
Free to poo over us, stupid mortals,
Goodbye little pigeon,
See you on the other side.
La muerte es glamorosa, tentadora
Y viste de mujer.
There is no cure
for a broken soul,
The road of Self-Destruction
is dangerous and harsh,
Self-Compassion and Self-Pity
are for the weak.
At last I’ll kill myself
and I’ll laugh
from the other side of the horizon.
Into the shadows of a new religion
a sect someone says
temple of decay
“I like to sleep, when I sleep I experiment a little death”
an infinite vals
the ritual of life and death
turning real in my bed
with your hair dyed red
and your pale skin
in silk wrapped
Let’s drink the blood of the elders
into God and Goddess
in our last