Smegma
2013
Neolyseum, I stand in row
where Celtic culture awaits me
in the museum, the cry of a crow
Im sure now everyone hates me
Did I trip the set wire alarm,
when I discovered ancient dandies?
Is it all useless, an evil charm,
to give a hungry child nothing but candies?
A patch for my disgrace -
but how beautiful tunes I shoveled!
Ecstasy and the sound of space,
I leave it all criticised or marvelled
to crop up in a Cuckoos nest
I hope noone will notice the coup
Im cravin to pass the humanity test
And you and I will turn then blue
Witchcraft aint my attidude
I stotter, then smack of potion
Ive lived all my lives in solitude
so please bestow me a sip of emotion
Drench me in a trunk of melit sound
then hold my throat up high
cause now I must face the hellhound
that has made me a lovedrunk fly
