1. Interrupting nothing for nothing.
My body being tanned like dothraki’s,
The boss for the first time called me a gypsy.
I can't disagree because she is my iron lady boss.
“No apologies, but I'm so sorry!”
Tan is my punishment, though I can't really be
Frostbitten I feel invincible.
Impervious to pain with everything freezing.
2. Tricking you into larger nothing.
Being able to play only two chords,
I wrote a song of how Israel corrupted me.
I met my old friend and out of boredom of freedom
Corrupted him in return.
Everyone parties here 24 hours a day,
Only aggressive ultra-ortodoxos stay away,
Scaring the shit out of people here.
So I tried to drag my friend to LA
To hit the bottom and make it feel better
For the sole purpose of hitting the bottom again.
“Posle mojego kaddisha”, muttered my friend.
I could make him kaddish any day,
But his family would surely press charges.
So I traveled alone.
3. Quietly murdering nothing.
With all my heart I try to behave once in a while.
I met a man this time who turned out to be
My potential destiny.
He is a bus driver, moreover he is
Like pigeon in soul.
We don't fit together well, ‘cause I'm a dog on the loose.
I'd like to grab a fistful of his hair
And slam his head against my front door.
"Cannibalize him", says my inner entertainer,
But I promised him to think everything over.
Day after day we were watching Game of Thrones.
My favorite ones were killed off,
And his stayed on the board.
Obscenely high level of spleen made me swear a lot.
“You don't understand what is good for Westeros”,
He purred happily.
Frankly, I wished Westeros to perish painfully
And the Night King to become
The Emperor of the Endless Night.
So I wanted to roll my potential destiny in the carpet
And drop him off into the abyss.
But he went home alive and I
Saw nightmares that night:
Santa Muerte reached with her spidery fingers
Toward her congregation of strangers
Lighting their cigarettes and bowing to her.
She cut the heads off and hang the corpses upside down.
“Stand in the line!”, she barked to me.
A dog on the loose, I cannot obey.
There's no collar around my throat.
And the chain was breakable.
4. The nothing becoming eros.
To the beach I go to wave it off.
Deck chairs and headphones, no magazines or books,
For I can't read shit anymore.
I can't read at all.
Glowing with thrill my eyes go mars and mercury
Averting my gaze toward nihil.
No Venus beaming on horizon, I watch maliciously
My potential destiny swim to the shore.
“Why can't you just drown
So I can go home alone?”
The imaginative dagger - I flip its handle
And stab him in the chest.
The air round me clears suddenly
Buzzing and giggling with fun
Oh Your Slutty Majesty and vaše veličanstvo, Israel!
You corrupt me in the most
Genuine way possible.
I have nothing to give you except a song I've written for you.
But you ain't worth to learn to play it.