When you slice the neck
The heart keeps pumping
And the blood flies everywhere
It covers the face
And if you're in the jungle
The mosquitoes swarm down
And cover the face
And if you're surrounded by smoke
Use a knife more than the gun
And the more you k**
The more materialize out of the dark
The grey dark
In a vacuum like a videogame
And the more you k**
The further away you move
Those are plastic mosquitoes
And well-practiced screams
My children live on TV-screens and bars
And all the action is wasted
Wasted, pointless, all alone
Empty removes from emptiness
The pure aesthetic is magic
And magic is a pseudo illusion
Of getting something from nothing