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I think my wife is possessed by a ghost
he is using her body as a host

She's been acting strange
I wanted to shoot her
but she ran out of my range
I think she's growing some fur

She's been scratching the paint off our walls
and sneaking around in dark, cold halls
also she's collecting dead bugs in a box
and I caught her killing a fox

Last night she sat awake
drawing a black snake
It was totally dark
the only thing I heard was a dog bark

I don't know what to do
I don't believe in the church
there's blood on my shoe
cause I hit her head with a torch
maybe I should leave and go on a march

I think my wife is okay with the ghost
I'll head out for the coast

It's okay
I don't need your empathy
May your spirit be brave
but i don't care if it's not

Favorite book and hot chocolate
is my new self care thing
I don't care about you anymore
I feel good being me

Go and find yourself
Go and never look at me
Look for yourself and don't you dare think about me
Don't you dare look at me

It's okay
I don't need your empathy
May your spirit be brave
but i really don't care if it's not

I really don't care if not

Neither un ami
Nor an Amy
You are false not frank
Sin, a tra-gig skank

You’re never tender
You always tinder
You are burning for coins
That’s why you open your loins
Combustible
Inedible
You’re a quick nibble
For a wick dibble

Bust up quickly
Almost weekly
You are fantastic
A fan of plastic
Your fake bust is bust
Soon one bites the dust

If not this, then that
You act like a twat
Not being autistic
Never mind! artistic
The very next day
You’re up and away

With a Tony in a tony bar
Got there in a fancy car
Ask the prudish crew for a dish
Seemingly noble but crudish
Fake your accent
Not worth a cent
Wanna be posh
Shut up! Gosh!

Right under the table
You quickly get able
Not the Star of David
Short-term raising davit
You beg for his ham
To taste his white jam
But you’re already history
A one-night-stand victory
Now pretend to be Victoria‘n
Like the daughter of DeLorean

About to posh off
Before he push off
Loose cruise to Brooklyn
Lose Bruce in Crooklyn
Harpooning a new Romeo
Here crooning for a new rodeo

Evil serpent fills Adam’s mouth
with a forbidden fruit
He wets drouth, he goes south
You cute brute, he old coot
You shoot for loot, he’s mute
After her countless sad suits
Gets back to her roots and bruits
With her rotten tomatoe
She’s a boughten no-way-hoe

What is time
it is a kind of madness.
She does not exist,
If it is not fair just stand up to fix.

It is ridiculous´
we try to own her,
we can she not save
if You want to hunt her, then you will be her wasted slave.

Do not try to find your answer in a another ones.
We life right now, so realise the present of life
and make your own chance.

It is on us to make a new step,
We all have a choice, so never forget.

Something happens what you do not understand,
something its stronger than you,
but that is not the end.

It is ok
to take a while and to be afraid,
Its ok to lose but beleve on you, you be a present
You will find your own way.

Take of your shoes and run barefoot to
feel the tricky way of the live wherever you walk.
Run over the end until the silent
and stop to think and to talk.

So then´
I will use my choice,
I want to dance in the rain.
between fire and storm,
between love and pain.
I CHOOSE TO FEEL THE LIFE