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Song For The End Of The World (Sadistik)

(Verse 1: Sadistik) Just because I’m absent minded doesn’t mean I have to find it It’s my pity-party darling please don’t act invited I sip Bacardi just to pass the time when It gets me started for the clash of titans just past my eyelids I’m not a downer in the kill the party market But I swallowed all my pride and yet I’m still a starving artist And still I’m finding parts of all my silly life departures Parts of darkness are so thrilling but it’s filling my apartment So please for forgive me if I overstep my boundaries I keep forgetting that there’s no one left to count on me At least I’m living on my own and get a founder’s fee I’m out to see and drifting off that melatonin sound asleep Wait up all alone just to dream away the time Weight upon my collarbones don’t seem to pay no mind The day the world died I didn’t even say goodbye I left a love letter in a secret place to hide that said I’d give concern but I’m a disconcerted immature kid Insecure when I am quickly searching for a bridge to burn it If I twist and turn until the blisters hurt it isn’t worth it If it’s served with sense of urgency to see me binge and purge it I’ve lived and learned and learned to live to misinterpret nervous twitches Pistons turning hurt to bliss it’s picture perfect And since I’ve learned a circus trick of inadvertent perfect-pitch To skim a surface worse than this I’m in to get deserted, when I ask (Poem: Czeslaw Milosz) On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, By the rainspout young sparrows are playing And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be. On the day the world ends Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas, A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn, Vegetable peddlers shout in the street And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island, The voice of a violin lasts in the air And leads into a starry night. (Verse 2: Sadistik) I get less comfortable with each breath stomach full of regrets Each step’s becoming part of running as a reflex Pretend tell me something that relives stress Sleepless I’d rather suffocate my weakness I’m David Cronenberg mixed with David Lynch stir David Berkowitz and a little David Fincher They say I mince words that can paint a picture Honest and true yes long live the new flesh And I’m impatient waiting to find a day that needs saving I say the things that can make me seem crazy I chase my dreams like I chase my drinks daily I fall asleep to my existential woes And the questions with the answers that’ll never get exposed I’m not too good with the mental episodes But about as sharp as it can get with pen or pencils though Evidence is shown in the sentimental prose Posing pros and cons to poking on this detrimental road I chose to walk walk walk on sediment and stone Don’t confuse my temperament as being reticent or cold Just let me vent (Poem outro: Czeslaw Milosz) And those who expected lightning and thunder Are disappointed. And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps Do not believe it is happening now. As long as the sun and the moon are above, As long as the bumblebee visits a rose As long as rosy infants are born No one believes it is happening now.