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Unjust matter

Author
Philip Schlusslicht
Datetime
Permalink
https://phil.oso.phil.ist/unjust-matter.html
Wordcount
238

All I need is to understand me
and see some point to give directions.
Maybe I’m a criminal
but it depends on Your deception.

I won’t die,
won’t just flee the pain and cry.
So my life’s a lie.

I’m a disturbed thief,
would try to steal Your greatest confession.
But pretending to be and in general
You cannot prove I have an obsession.

I don’t die,
don’t just flee the pain and cry.
So my life’s a lie.

The knife is a one-day need and if I could crave it,
You’d drown in the flow of my own dissection.
Then I loose all the weight, dive really really low,
but not brutish, it’s lonely blessing.

I can’t die,
can’t just flee the pain and cry.
Oooh, my life’s still a lie.
Just abort.

I’m bleeding stark flaying fake pride,
it’s what I should, it’s fates oppression.
When I get bossed I even pound myself,
forcing me to shun objection.

Now I die,
will just flee the pain and cry!
Escape from life and from lie.
I won’t whine.

“I guess I’m kind of messing around a little bit, just trying to really charter some new territory as far my writing.” - Cee Lo Green (2006)