This is a celebration for
Every buried creature
A stab through the neon core
of the void
Barely a hum
Lost in the emptyness that I am
Cause I look like a detective
But there is no one here
and nothing at all.
So I can't tell if I am her,
I can't tell if I am her
I can't tell if I'm the stripper
Or just the guy that watches.
Est. Fleeting paths,
moist breath on a mirror
Palaces made out of signs.
Horror play,
Comedy with no hero.
Overdose of neon light.
This is a spectacular suicide, an explosion
At the royal forest of God
Throwing the statistics around
A season of baloons
It barely deserves to be called a song
Cause I speak like a polititian
But there is no one in this hollow chest
Or anything at all.
So I can't tell If I am him
I can't tell If I am him
I can't tell If I'm the kid
Or hs father who hits.
Fleeting dream paths,
in the summer night!
O bird, carry my name
Beyond the clouds.
credits
from Dressed Up Animal,
released August 1, 2021
Music by Aivis Prieto Bauta and Pavel Cama.
Lyrics by Aivis Prieto Bauta.