Otem Rellik

Friday
I got the paint roller blues, and I’m having a bad dayI want to scream my throat raw, but I got nothing left to saySo I’ll stay humbled and quietAnd jot down silly little words and phrasesMake faces at a reflected past and break vases wearing a phony arm castBelieve my miserable little lies, because I’m honestly starting to myselfThe shelf life of a quiet kid, who died twice trying to remove his heartIt looks fun like the television, with pretentious infections and eye linerBut nothing’s as far from absolute zero than your fake drums and real problemsAnother album down the drain, another wasted weekendAnd I’m just another blank face in the crowdI spend my Fridays bitching about myselfWhile the weekdays are a day job where I pretend to act proud about my lifeIt’s cycling itself away with fast food, chemicals, and lonelinessI kiss the lips of the encoded static and shake hands with a hologram just to taste your successThe year of the computer complexI’m lost in the mouth of a smiling clownDrowning in warm flat soda pop, or drifting away in a sugarless comaIt was just a joke but no one is laughingNow you’re the enemy behind lines and under lungsNo breath released, the air is saturatedFurther anticipating the subtle movement of a tongueOff the record, and just between usI haven't been this happy in millisecondsLetras de cancionesThe daily space of whispered noise is for me and all my empty carbonated friendsBulletin boy with something to write aboutPublic policies are what mostly persuade meA derelict with an agnostic outlook, monitoring plane collisions and laughing with the victimsMaterial girls rule this world now with expensive dresses and a fast lane lifestyleThere is no man behind the televisionAnd no magic behind technologySo ready your rifles, the new humans are here with new concepts and old clothingI stuff most of my speech into little notebooksAnd my headphones are leaking a half day closing From Letras Mania