three songs

press the handle softly and open the door
to see what’s hiding behind;

all of your friends are on the dance floor
shooting cocaine and trying to find
the purpose of pain
by hitting each other on Rage and screaming
“Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!”;
you join the group, jump and shout on the stage like Zack de la Rocha
“Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!”;
while another is playing the bass
and one is kicking the drums
and also you have a Morello
that’s picking invisible chords
but it’s late and you have to move on.

press the big black button to call the elevator
and you enter with fear;

the journey begins and you get to level two
without an evacuation plan, wait patiently for the doors to open
surprise!
you’re not home anymore;
new faces printed on walls, a new level of confidence and power
no reason to taste only sour
and hide yourself in the sewers;
at first act like a viewer…though it’s hard
to change, after the sun shined over your yard.
listen to Phil, shouting from the back
“Present tense works and lasts!”.

press enter and run the software
google translates and you are amazed by its incompetence;

you open the window to see all the new people
until you agree with the terms just press næste;
understanding new cultures comes with a mingle
but never forget this old single that plays on youtube
“Hold on to Your Friends!” a voice comes from the haze;
from smoke and darkness rise your eyes to solve
the missing puzzles from the present.

and don’t you forget,

a wrong door could be a dead end.