MV Vol. 11 - Show Me The Exit

Tell me where to run
And leave me with this secret bunker
I too have lost my heart
Those pieces remain broken
And are stranded in a foreign land
With foreign prisoners still playing
With them - all criminals are in love
And they cook those pieces
And eat them as souvenirs
Souvenirs of a forgotten life
Spent saving anonymously through distance

Tell me where you are
Tell me where to go
Tell me who I should see
Tell me all the secrets

Full of distance established
And next time lost again
The memory I have distorts with time
I can never regain what you left
You'll always be a shadow in my mind
Stalking the victim in its brain
The school of thought had let you free
Be a little showgirl
When your mammy and daddy are away
Be the little one who reveals
The true secret
Show me the exit so that I remember
What a goodbye means

Memory Vault Vol. 10 - Her Arm Was Your Leg ( TCP )

You might as well admit it
You can't break the obsession
A control you can never hold
So much for your soul
You may as well fuck her memory
She did the same
An entwined mess that took you
To places that were unthinkable

Her arm was your leg
And your mouth was her tongue
A barbed wire orgasm of thought
That bled insanity only for you
She got the better while you got poisoned
At the time it felt good
But now those insides are rotting
What you wouldn't give
For TCP in some cotton

But TCP won't do
Only she can suck the poison out
But she's unwilling
You'd only say goodbye
So to say you were living a lie
And become a fashionless victim
Nothing hurts anymore
Not because you're numb
But because you're crippled

Will those wounds ever heal?
It's simply not enough to feel anymore
Actions speak louder than words
But you'll never get the true extent
Faceless lives fade faster
Breathe alone now dying for your art
You gave up acting to play the part

I found out you lay dead
With the lights still on
And the TV still playing
Pornographic pictures
In the end, it was just the truth
To spend those years catching up
On all the lives in your youth

At Night He Dreams Of An Affair

At night he dreams of an affair with Maria Bartiromo. He might lose his job for this. But it would be worth a good fuck. Talking about gold Rolexes, drives in the very latest Lexus saloons. Anything I say may be used as evidence against me on CNBC. Trial by TV jury. The Wall Street Journal will hang me out to dry and Rupert Murdoch will sensationalize everything in his own media empire. Just like the good old times.

At night he dreams of an affair with Maria Bartiromo. He might lose his job for this. Expensive three-piece suits to satisfy his clean shaven persona. Straight talking, fast tracking, there's no need to second guess. With the Money Honey on arm, we'll always remain on everyone's lips. At least in Wall Street. But if the Financial Times want to comment then I won't mind. If I increase my interest, will she take account of my stock?

At night he dreams of an affair with Maria Bartiromo. He might lose his job for this. But the risk has been assessed in no time and she'll definitely be the one to satisfy his appetite. Even if I lose my job, I still scammed myself tons of money that no-one knows about. And I won't tell her a thing on that because that'll be the next fuck up I want to avoid. I hear she's got a husband. It would be nice to cause her a bit of controversy. At least I wouldn't be the fall guy.

Your Dark Philosophies

Find the feelings getting lost in you. I hoped you understood but you just didn't want to be a part of me. Your dark philosophies make me despair. I wondered why I ever thought you could love me and I could love you. But I'm always wrong amn't I? I just want something to be part of my own. I want something I can call my own. It's not to be someone's possession but I know I make it sound like that. Your dark philosophies make me despair. I cry when you hurt me. You make me feel so miserable at times. You're so cold you don't know how you hurt me. But I can see it in your eyes. Always looking for signs. Signs of I don't know what but just something to give me a chance to believe in something. Or someone. I don't know it just isn't there anymore that's all I know. Your dark philosophies make me despair. How can you live like that? How can you be so cruel and cold and calculating. I don't know how anybody can truly understand you least of all yourself. I'm sure I have a lot to give someone, a certain special someone, my love if they are willing to receive it. But you are not. Just like the other failures. Just like every other rejection. But it will be there again. Still there. Somewhere. Your dark philosophies make me despair. I don't know how you live the way you do. Cold and calculating - there's just no passion in you. Your dark philosophies make me despair. If I were any weaker, I'd kill myself.

Meditate Like Buddha

Meditate like Buddha while the guy plays Ravi Shankhar in the background and picture mystical dolphins in a cool sea breeze with ocean waterfall to give the effect. Meditate to the sound of serene bliss. Cool the flames. Ease the mind. Burn impure thoughts. Burn impure thoughts. Like mind's eye, spiritual cleansing comes with your money. And I feed-drip honey on your body. Bathe in the milk of a thousand tigers. Because you are a tiger. Repeat after me. You are tiger. You will ravage the fields of the earth in search for who you are. What you want. You are a tiger. The identity will fit in you. Say to yourself. I am a tiger. I know I can win.

Meditate like Buddha while the guy plays Ravi Shankhar in the background and picture mystical dolphins in a cool sea breeze and ocean waterfall to give the effect. Feel the cold water envelop you. Embrace you like a lover's open arms. Let it bring you peace. Peace of mind. Let it reinvigorate you. Let it flow through your old jaded system like a hunter in the day time. Hunter in the day time. Be a hunter at night. Picture the night at all times. Prowl for every last victim. Remember you are the tiger. You are also the hunter. Gather your prey and you will not go wrong. It is your identity. Your identity fits you.