Banana Brain – Die Antwoord
Tea for two.
One for me.
One for you.
Mine is sweet.
Yours is not.
Some good sleep
from this old pot.
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TEA FOR TWO
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THE GAMES
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Lights flicker non-stop,
Bodies block my way.
Darkness shows the truth
Never seen by day.
Horror clogs my throat,
A weak cry creeps out.
“How did I get here?”
I run as I shout.
Arms reach for me.
They want me to stay.
I refuse to join
the games The Dead play.
THE DEAD GAME
THE MANNEQUINS
The mannequins are alive!
Their eyes follow me.
They taunt me.
I’ll use the fireplace poker.
They’ll never follow me again.
And I’ll be free.
No!
Its arm is still moving!
OF THE NIGHT
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His hand reaches for me.
He wants me for The Dead.
I won’t yield to his call.
He wants me in his bed.
I’m surrounded by his kind.
Their cries echo in the night.
He swoops closer from the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful sight.
He’s a creature of the night.
I’m crazy to want him so.
I can’t resist his sad face.
He is not a friend but a foe.
THE DEAD GAME
BLOODY MARY
I can see you.
from inside the mirror.
I will come for you
when you least expect it.
Don’t let your guard down.
Don’t fall asleep.
For soon your life will be over.
You said the words,
“Bloody Mary.”
It’s now too late to take them back.
They are written in blood.
Your blood.
Bloody Mary is here to stay.
A PERFECT PLACE
A PERFECT PLACE TO BE
A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.
THE DEAD GAME
DEADLY NEWS
The news can be deadly.
It can be lethal.
Dangerous to your health.
A fire never quenched.
THE SEAS
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The sun hides its head
While the waves rage on.
The clouds turn away
While blood rushes on.
The moon shies away
While the tides bring death.
All hide faces in vain
While the seas bring the pain.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3
BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3
Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
of the deserted End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?
A freak storm is what happened.
The innocent family living here
disappeared into the raging waves
of the Atlantic Ocean.
Now we’re locked in the basement.
We’ve lived through the
swinging traps and circular saws.
No way back but forward.
Three closed doors stand before us.
The horrors behind the first two doors
had almost killed us.
Door number 3 is waiting.
We walk in.
Pitch black.
Yellow eyes peer at us
through the bars of cages.
Soon the animals are free.
The game has begun.
THE DEAD GAME
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THE DEEP
THE DEEP
The water sparkles.
A bottomless pit.
Shadows of tree limbs
drift along its murky surface.
It snatches pieces of debris
on its journey down river.
Rocks, branches, leaves…
fall into its dark abyss.
Something is moving.
A hand.
Reaches for me.
An inky black hand.
What should I do?
Wait.
Two arms.
A dark figure
emerges from the water.
Too big to be human.
It’s facing me.
It doesn’t have eyes.
A dark shadow,
dripping inky slime.
It roars.
It walks toward me.
I want to run.
I want to hide.
But I can’t.
My feet are stuck to the ground.
More roaring sounds.
More creatures are rising.
Is this real?
Am I dreaming?
All becomes quiet.
No roaring.
What happened?
“What are you doing?”
I turn around.
I’m standing in front
of the TV screen.
My friends stare back at me.
I’m blocking a horror movie.
I feel embarrassed.
I feel myself being hit
by popcorn.
Another Saturday night.
