Mostarah - Toilet
The woman who gave birth to me with wonder and fear
The man who was a father and saw corpses
Left in me dirt when I was 7
Hot cigarettes and back hand slap
Like mothers shriveled genitals
The feeling of being ripped and crushed
The feeling of break of dawns phlegm
Disgusted by uncle's 100 note as new year gift
Spit in the religious teachers glass of water
Only sweet tea for the morning and potatoes for the evening
Ashamed of the kickers on my brothers feet
Broken look on my sisters glasses
Regret for blowing the birthday candle
Scratching crotch on purpose
Complex about beard, mustache, Gillette blade
I feel like being Jean Valjean for Cosette
The tight line from underpants of the seventies
Teasing love due to a lot of pain
By the elderly in a assembly gathering with lyrics from cholera
thousand and a thousands hope to be healed
The sacred authorities holy wind
Time of lust due to homosexuality and adultery
In a room the size of a toilet
A toilet , empty space and a rapture in Gods thoughts
Chorus:
Life is without a meaning
Life is just that
Being played like a piece (game piece)
Just like the walking dead
The smelly socks of a girl on her period
A punched imagine in the mirrors face
Breaking Farhad's audio CD
Hating the picture and voice of Hayedeh
Spitting on Shamlou's poetry, it recalls repeated memories
I think that radiated pulse paralyzes
The blind eye of the sleeping donkey
The color and geometry of Picasso
The only thing missing like Aydin Agdashloo
A repeat of melodies with rope
Rhyme a sonnet of love fantasy
My sexual pleasures with a cow
Translating "balls" to English becomes LOVE
A secure homeland for dying
Bitterly disappointed in the past
The rapper is ridiculous
Lost in our fantasy, without me
Discoverer of the element of pain and explosion
Finally an absurd suicide novel