Militant Lingvistik- Razorbladeviolinist [Komik]
In plays of rage based on faith he faced his hate placed on stage
Embraced her aid with razorblades shaped for days in pace of age
He speaks in silence, teachin violence through his sleepin violine
With weapin eyelids he reaches guidance from its preachin sirens
The strings of slow breaths sings for tonedeff persistance to listen
Silent orchestra whispers to the insistent wrists to resist existance
Perspective in crackfumes, loses patience in battered explenations
Lost in the black vacuum of equations from shattered expectations
His canvas of scartissue, on wich he painted his bleedin memories
Created art outta chemistry, initials on loves carved out lemontree
The vernissages of cupid, left stranded with forgotten monuments
Galleries ignored his masterpiece.. visable for the blind audiences
Sits outside her window, playin his violine with his broken wings
Turns his other cheek, for the couse of diamond rings & openings
Behind isolated glass she cant hear his wrists as thin as toothpicks
Next time the razorbladeviolinst plays, listen to his music..
I'm Superman! King fucking Kong! I can pick you up and throw you a million miles. I'm number one. Number fucking one. I'm number one. Number fucking one. Number one! Number one! Number one!
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