If I stick a knife in my heart/suicide right on the stage

[dirtydarthdrama]

Scribbled lines on a page that doesn't exist/no ink, no blood/only thousands of dots connected/not by electrons but by thought/thoughts that stampede like wildebeasts chased by lions/or maybe those are demons on the plains/I cannot stand/I will not sit/Sometimes I can't stand this shit/the sewage is sometimes deep as knees/and it seeps into my boots and soon it's not like I'm wearing boots at all/so I might as well kick off my shoes and dance in the muck/besides I like the feel of mud between my toes/the grit and squish/but for that it's gotta rain/and there's got to be real ground/and where I live there is no real ground/it's all just concrete/only concrete beneath my feet/there are no earthworms or moles or other burrowing creatures/there's a whole culture underground where you have to feel because you can't see/I've never been there/sometimes I stare into it like a child with an ant farm/a flower on the wall, hiding in the hall, not wanting to take a fall/into the real scene/so I just look at the newspapers the next day/but when I pick it up I want, I wish, I need/to have newsprint smeared like black blood on my hands/like a murderer/like a doctor giving birth/we are the gods of our own worlds/more real than the ones we live in/so slice open your eyeball and see what erupts/just don't get carried away/a blind man might be perceptive/but that still doesn't mean he can see.

Is a song without music a song at all?
"El Dorado"
Cool as a light autumn breeze
Blowing through your hair
The water may be placid
That don’t mean it don’t care

Finger pointing in the darkness
With burning red eyed stare
Rip masks off their faces
And they’ll all disappear
You’ve been

Lost in the fog of half-woken dreams
Lost in shrouded nightmares
You’ll never find El Dorado
If you don’t believe it’s there.

Don’t bury it
Unless it’s dead
Don’t hide it
Gotta fight it
We’ll right it
We’re gonna right it
Tonight
Tonight
But you’re

Lost in the fog of half-woken dreams
Lost in shrouded nightmares
You’ll never find El Dorado
‘less you believe it’s there.