WE SLOWLY GROW APART (AND THEN WE’LL DIE)

A depression is a sight-effect

Of the air we breath

I just put a smile on

While there’s a tear beneath

I could get killed in Paris

I could get killed in Rome

I could get killed in Amsterdam

‘Could get killed at home

we’ll slowly grow apart

and then we’ll die

I’m living in the shadows

Of the buildings in my mind

I know you live in one of them

But you’re so hard to find

Sometimes I close the door

To protect me from the thieves

Sometimes I think I’m sacred

But nobody believes.

We’ll slowly.....

Don’t care about politics

And all the bullshit they produce

See the blood on your hands

Before you accuse

Don’t give a funk about religion

Don’t give a fuck about faith

Don’t give a fuck about wars

Don’t care about hate

Don’t give a fuck about guns

All the children they kill

Don’t care about people

Who can’t pay their bill

Propaganda in the papers

Bodycounts on the news

Don’t give a fuck about negro’s

Don’t give a fuck about jews

Don’t give a fuck about the white man

His wife and two kids

All the slaves they made

All the crosses they lit

Don’t care about those things

Tearing me apart

There’s one thing that kept me busy

Right from the start

We’ll slowly grow apart....

He whispered in the wind

(a breeze inside my throat)

“give me your hand

w will write your final note”

So I wrote this song

Just before I died

And now I’m everything you can’t see

In this dark and sacred night

We’ll slowly grow apart....

written by Mark Lotterman, 2003