she searches the woods
A male of a man
He needs to be mean
She is the strong kind
The black widow type, all men desire
He needs to be brave
She sits with laughter and cry
not waiting
She mates cause she´s hungry
A beauty of terror
She gave birth to me,
so I sing not to be
the same
Terror of beauty
(because she can & when knows what she wants)
She takes it all
The greed of hunger
The long for a mate
an equal to say;
cannot be found so close to shame
Mother of misfits give births quite often
then abruptly departs
With a real heart so salty and smoked
been laid in snow, lost then found
Sex of six or four kids from tricks
We are the misfits
that grows under ground
You'll see us perform & entertain for a while
We sit in silence
not waiting
part II
Goldplated gestures
I dance like a clown
When I think I will see you
I dress in a gown
For your fingers touch
to easy come closer
Black widows daughter
is now turning tricks
With funny wordings & swaying hips
Tongue black from lying
I lick like a cat
Neighbour don't leave me
When to feel to belong.
I thought to tell you
If too crazy for owl
then lets not get along
Fight off hands, sticky of drugs
diluted from cravings & visions not mine
My head's a fist where my mind is anchored
Ruthless behaviour
I spit in your face
To know the bastard
that grows in dark waters
We bade in tears
cried by big bad wolf
My finger's been burnt to make me sing loud
My back's been beaten to make me stand straight
My leg's been broken to make me walk proud
We are the misfits
that grows under ground
You'll see us perform
& entertain for a while
So sit in silence
not waiting
