The Mushroom Diarrhoea

I cross the mountains, I plane
I let myself glide over the breeze
Slowly, grazing the woods - and you'll let me go
I jump down the stairwell, but the fall is soft
Then I run away, free, untouchable
Protected by spores
Back to the parallel floor I'm a psychosomatic prey
The more I think negative the more my life fades
Here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office
Drugged by sex or TV serials -
Bored by the umpteenth useless chat
Just to see her once more under my balls
Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts
Subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure
Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death
Though sadly aware that it's me the one getting progressively f*cked
Another bolivian guerrilla
Piling up corpses of rich drug-dealers' wives
Reduced to pieces by my unstoppable machete
- a private apocalypse of rapes and blood
Then serbian freedom-fighter torturing a yankee pilot
Fallen with his "invisible" bomber right on my Orthodox Church
Back to the parallel floor I'm a psychosomatic prey
As paranoias increase the spores die away
Here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office
Drugged by sex or TV serials -
Bored by the umpteenth useless chat
Just to see her once more under my balls
Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts
Subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure
Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death
Though sadly aware that it's me the one getting progressively f*cked
People's extinction comes true only in a non-synchronized planet
That roams in the universe
The universe behind my eyes