The World’s Got Me Down

©Alexander Berg Mattsson

Intruder, intruder, intruder -
The walls are falling, the sky’s calling
Beliefs are colliding, innocent children are dying
and our governments are lying

Intruder, intruder, intruder -
The roof is falling, the sky’s calling
Beliefs are colliding, innocent children are dying
and our governments are lying
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I am living life looking over my shoulder
All while the angel of safety refuses to let me hold her
I am staring into the abyss of terror
and I know something within our genes must contain a fatal error.

The streets are on fire
but I can’t call for my guardian angel, they may try her
Buildings are coming down,  people are dying
The angel of death promises to keep me safe, but I think she’s lying
The streets are on fire.

I am floating in the night
Trying to put my mind off of the gory sight
Of broken hearts and hopeless days
I am riding on a ferris wheel made of children’s skulls
and I struggle to get off but they disregard what I say.

I wake up without a heartbeat
I want to escape the nightmare but I have misplaced my feet
I wish to close my eyes but they are glued open by deceit
I try to turn it off but my hands have lost their fingers
In the war on terror there can be no winner.

I’m tied up in the backseat of a family car
My warden is drunk out of his senses so we won’t get far
I glance out the window but all I see is bars
He grabs me somewhere private
and then the pain starts.

I am high off of adrenaline and I am loving the rush
There are families to tear apart and there are skulls to crush
I am laughing like a madman as I put out light after light
Very few of them are able to put up a fight
and I know it will just escalate the violence into something even bigger -
but I still pull the trigger.
***

Intruder, intruder, intruder -
The walls are falling, the sky’s calling
Beliefs are colliding, innocent children are dying
and our governments are lying

Intruder, intruder, intruder -
The roof is falling, the sky’s calling
Beliefs are colliding, innocent children are dying
and our governments are lying

©Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2013
https://www.facebook.com/thepoeticgoblin 

Runaway

Painted myself into a corner, but I am not square
The defective piece of the puzzle and it is not fair
That “home is where the heart is” when it’s not here
(and) If happiness is “just around the corner“, how come I can’t get there?
Meanwhile my mind is absorbing itself and I fear
That I’m losing the man I can no longer see
and turning into the man I no longer want to be
(and) if the world is all sunshine and rainbows, I must be colorblind
While you ask for wealth, health and fortunes:
I ask for peace of mind.

All I want is normalcy
I want to be part of “the community”
But conforming is just absurd to me
So now my peculiarities is a burden to me
but still I feel isolated
The bittersweet taste of contradiction I have tasted
and the bliss of my self-growth feels wasted (as)
I know now that what keeps you alive can also kill you
For I have looked all over but can no longer feel you
You are my anchor in the storm (and)
When my heart is cold, you are the one who keeps me warm
(and) I’m tired of being the odd man out
Tired of being the one they whisper about
Tired of being the only one with ambition and drive
Tired of being the only one prepared to really try
Tired of having my goals described as “dreams”
Tired of being who I am, or so it seems
But when it all comes crashing down:
I would rather be me.
Free.

©Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2013
https://www.facebook.com/thepoeticgoblin

Identity Theft

I spend most of my days with an angel who fell from heaven
Who lost her wings, her halo and her memory
She was an unwritten paragraph, a clean slate
But I hardly need words to explain her fate
As she is currently floating through space
Making love on the moon with a blank face
Sailing the stars with a burning craze
Before calmly embracing the daze
That follows the devil and his trace
Of sweetened lies and forgetful days

©Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2013

The Swindling Stair

Time is forever fleeing
As the beat of a heart conceding
From the betrayals it keeps receiving
Constant abuse leaves it bleeding
As is the darkness it keeps feeding
And angst and misery lie there breeding
A devouring plague it can’t contain
Yet another soul lost in pain
One whom fell in love but fell in vain
Lost in a world he can’t sustain
Where love is murder and hate is plain
Where sunshine dies in place of rain.

©Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2012

The Spiteful Chant

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I love metaphorical and artistic videos like this one, Woodkid’s “Iron”. Kendrick Lamar is such a talented artist and his song/remake “The Spiteful Chant” fits the original video perfectly. Kendrick Lamar is far more than just a “rapper”. He’s innovative and an amazing storyteller and songwriter.

The Beautiful Ugly

Emotional devastation
Eternal grief.
Happiness lost in translation
Evening mourning.
Morning sorrow.
Love’s unknown sensation
No more tomorrow.

Violent capitulation
Intense and brief.
At war with devotion
Bleeding warnings.
Scorning shadows.
Life’s biggest glorification
No time to borrow.

©Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2012

The Black Pattern EP

Listen to it. My friend and his brother’s EP.