Here,
Today.
Or now?

Drunk to my ears in Disneyland
My only dream is to play in a band
In a subutex chute, dazzled by the women (WOUH)
This is the life in the west.

The earth was split in two
and even Ahtisaari cannot make it one again.
I lie awake due to this ordinary dream
advertisements on my retinas.

It doesn't matter all that much what that something is,
long as there's a lot of it.
I touch the moment
I taste the beat, it's not mellow it is unbelievable.

I fill my nights with wrestling (the show kind)
I remove my frown with a line
In life 'stöödee', rasping OD
Elvis has left the building on Copterline

Crazy, all of this
What's the thing today that you're supposed to be addicted to?
And you've got a choice in front of you
Shoot yourself or shoot up a school?

Too big coming downs and too great rising ups (referring to getting high and crashing down)
There's more to carry than these pants that are too big.
And these pockets, mind the gap as you step.
It's easy to get wet in these puddles.

But he knows that much,
The trip from Kallio to Eira (low income part of Helsinki and high income part of Helsinki) is long, Frankk
So put a leg in front of the other
What do lemmings do?
They run into the sea.

And when the dawn came, I fought the law and the law won
And a good friend, a lawyer called
They apparently cut his hands off
And now he's blind and a cripple,
in the morning rush hour Karma met up with him.
Crazy, this modern life is.
A potato field and a good wife isn't good enough anymore.
First we take Punavuori, and then the whole of Finland.

The day is young and the evening is old
Life is, life is, life is an illusion
A funeral, wearing my best.
Always ready to go.

Well, nobody's gonna stay here forever
Jesus, Kekkonen, Matti Pellonpää.

What can I even say to this? What can I even say to this?
what can I even say to this? Say, say say---
When morality and law has been split in two
And for another year like so we've ran away

When everything is built on lies,
the weak cling to each other.
Permafrost freezing my heart in the cold
When soulds have been doused in fire

There's not much else left
but a small yard and a couple of friends
And which of them could count on me?
I wrote a prescription of these past years.

And finally I saw it
You need a lot of shit for your psyche to die
Arrows off my calendar
Heyyy, what would I have tomorrow?

Had I gone the other way
believed in the morality of others, but I beat all of them

The wings of history on the back of a swan
Modern society woke up amidst a nuclear winter
And I collected the waste of the world
but the question never opened,
where is it all from?

When I pulled the trigger, I found a dead president on the floor
On some level I wished that the change was in us
right here between the lines.

What do they write? (HAHAH)
I want to detach myself,
Towards history, to leave my mark somewhere
It's not happy, but it is real.
For the both of us, I couldn't get my words as pseudo (not sure how to translate this proper <.<)
Though lord knows, I tried that too

When the essential part is to say something,
Even though the thought of it is impossible.
It's experimental,
text thrown at the wall at random.
But my points won't be buried,
And what I did now, was not under the influence.
I need some time to think.
And that is said here, here here-rerere
It is said here, here here-rerere