Beginnings

My twisted brain is not as dreadful as it seams
The juice of wisdom flows through the cracks like streams
They make the shine so that the surface always gleams
And leaves you with the thought that everything is clean

A salty taste is all that's left of human race
The bastards with their sewn up smiles and hand shakes
To make things lighter you have to put your weight on backs that break
And if you're wrong so what? Everybody makes mistakes

A tired parade is marching without an audience
No second glances at this second rate circus
No one wants to believe they could really be one of us
It's not something that's wrote in stone, it's just more of a hunch

A trifle less than what I planned to feed my eyes
Let my fingers do the typing, I know I'll be surprised
Because these soldiers march on through all my denies and lies
Who am I to say which one is really wise?

Sputtered out and dripping irony on the floor
I don't want peace or love, I really need something more
But it's hard to reach that room when you don't know the location of the door
And luck and fate are two fat and greedy whores