Daan - Jerk

If my eyes are not mistaken,
and if my eyes are not untrue,
comes a time when you'll be aking
for more than what is good for you!

I'll taste the rhyming words you're baking!
I'll heat the oven of your youth!
The corrosion of your naked
but mobile need for perfect truth!

If my eyes don't tell me lies,
cut me down to my own size!
I've been called a jerk before.
I got a stock of names in store,
and maybe more ain't nothing new.
You can call me your jerk now!

As if my eyes could be mistaken,
as if my eyes could be untrue,
nor my vision slowly fading
and readily admit it's true.

I'll wait a while till you'll be aking.
I'll white a wail while waiting, too.
Spread the news about the making
of a u-turn point of view.

No your eyes ain't sort of wet.
Ain't no corners turning red.
Always prime time on your mind,
but only time will help you find.
Ain't nobody new, so fibe with the crew.
I'll be glad to be your jerk.

If you need a finer slice,
an every side a six point dice,
I'll stick my fingers in my eyes.
I got a gift to fantasize
and I don't need more than only you!
Why can't I be your jerk now?

Etwas kryptische, aber doch ziemlich poetische Zeilen aus einem der düsteren Songs aus Daan's Profools-Album. Es gab mal ne Zeit, da konnte ich mich gut mit diesem Song identifizieren...