you nail yourself like Jesus,
posing on a cross
you’re waiting for the savior,
you’re waiting to get off
I seen you in the movies,
I’ve passed you on the street
I saw you walk on water
or was that make-believe
there is no love anymore
I am hanging helpless here,
in front of you
a broken toy, a puppet
that no one wants to use
I try to wake you slowly,
loathe the final round
there is no love anymore
I throw myself at the sky,
and fall back to the ground
I throw myself off the earth
and you don’t hear a sound
trapped in rage, but you won’t listen
bursting veins, but you won’t listen
there is no love anymore