random thoughts

I keep seeing visions of blood flowing out under a bathroom door. Morbid. Red blood, white tiles. What does that mean, I wonder. (I'm patriotic at heart? Count on me, Singapore.) Maybe it is because I'm thinking about seeing it, that's how I keep seeing it. (Bang your head on the door and you'll get five stars. Perfecto.) So, I should stop thinking about seeing it.

Really red blood. So red it hurts.

Self-hazard walking the streets, taps the shoulder of a stranger. "Hi, excuse me while I explode."

kaboom.

Boy, I sound like a depressed maniac.

Another head hangs slowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

Another mother's breaking,
Heart is taking over.
When the violence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...
-Zombie, The Cranberries

So what's in your head?