Let Go

You want to hear about me?

A head that's stained with cannabis patches?
Surreal seizures of insanity?
Obsession with every damn thing that's black?
The matchbox with red and blue matches?
Or,
My dream girl who looks like a crack addict?

Is that what you want to hear?

Life, tears and the smile
Have become the scratch on your burnt lips
They'll heal...
Only if you stop licking it.
But you fucking can't!

You want to hear more about me?

Sick veins, green blood...
Euphoria...
Rapturous insanity...
Deja Vu...

Parasites cling on to my white face
They're all there,
All over my fucking face
We do live to die, ...don't we?
So just let go!
Fucking let go!!

Creepers with claws like barbed wire
And cold drops of ecstasy
Play ping pong inside my head.
And then the slut knocks on my door
Now, why? Why do you hold yourself?
Just let go!
Fucking let go!!

Some things don't need no question
Neither do they have no answer.
"Speak up!". I won't.
I won't if I don't want to.
Just don't cling...
Like parasites clinging on to my white face.
Let go!!
Fucking let go!!!

It's not an insect that's in my head.
It's just a sting; some poison.
It won't heal till I want it to.
Listen to the beats that don't rhyme.
It's noise. It's splatter.
It's without an end...
Why do you hold yourself?
Just let go!
Fucking let go...!!

The black rubber band across my fingers...
It's getting too tight
I don't feel it. I don't want to feel it.
Pain is sweet. Pain is warm.
It brings a rush. Makes you feel.
It turns you on. Yet,
Lone walkers keep walking lonely.
they don't know. They need to know.
They need to get here.
They need some pain, some real pain.
They need this rush!
So don't fucking hold it no more!
Let go...
Fucking let go...!!

I stand in front of the mirror
I see myself
Yet I see him
I know he's there.
He is the king.
His blood oozes the colour of life
Not red
Not blue
But black
Black
Like an obsession
It drips in drops
And I let it flow
Don't fucking hold
Just let go...
Fucking let go...!!

The holy smoke from the peace pipe
Creates serpentine figures
And the little sparrow dances on
With tiny timid hops
It tries for innocence...
Innocence, is that a word?
A person? A book?
A feeling? An emotion?
A what???
I would only know if I had wanted to know!

I can write lines
And make rhymes
And draw signs
But,
Will I ever be what I want to be?
Can I just let go?
"You have to."
Let go...
Fucking let go...!!

Sometimes I just get blown off!
Off the track, off the shelf,
Off the world, off my fucking head!!
I just lose it.
I love to...
Be what i should be!
Without any hook-ups or hiccups...

No one cares a fuck what dogs have to bark!

Just let go...
Fucking let go...!!