I am prompted to call the cops of my city
For you breaking the protocols of arrest
I am not an outlaw, I am merely
Catching my breath, letting loose, getting rest
You provoke me, you indulge me,
You’re the source of my frenzy
Without you all around, this skin you won’t see
Let yourself play with your thoughts,
An oasis in harsh reality
The fact that the self you appreciate
Is but a sewn mask all along
I am not a sinner
But I’m not an angel either
I am what you see in the streets
Before an accident comes
I am what you hear on the radio
Before they cut the sounds
In the midnight, just as everyone snores,
I am that human who shuts the other
So don’t be surprised, as everyone has
Thoughts they can’t let others hear
I am just frank enough
To kill your make-believe, my dear.
