Sunshine and roses to all of you
With sunglasses and thin gloves
Your type as youngsters wallowed in gloom
And goddamnit, does it still show
Smiles and positives to the whole bunch
Of people I just cannot get
That sit in ocean depths about to be crushed
But not from water are they wet
Drowned in the teary eyes which have no shame
They are still infinitelly bold
Telling me that I am drowning all the same
So why would I my own kind scold?
Truth is that I am enjoying my stay
As much as those other girls do
But sorry, Drowned Ones, you cannot sway
Me to like the same men as you
While you revel in darkness under the pressure
I pull up my flashlight, yearning to see
If I cannot prove signs of life there for sure
Depth loses all sense to me
It's no true seafloor without the vents
and tube worms living from them
Sorry, but I despise souls of the gents
that lack that ecosysthem
All your dear boys - how empty are they
without any chemotropic life
Even in sulfur, iron and decay
There's still something worthy of strife
Sunshine and roses and all the nice stuff
One day you may live out of light
Like all basic bitches far above sea turf
Who live for darkness - not despite
Sunshine and roses, thorns and sunburn
Ambivalence and Shadow Moon
You may want to embrace those who have turned...
But I hope for tubeworms soon!
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