The Casual Sexists – Karakara (2017)

Created by The Casual Sexists and Tom Rizzuto.

You don’t know me, yet I’m forced to know you
Another porous room in which I wearily notice you
The first time I looked away you knew I was the one
Because those who long to be chased always run
A little request that I couldn’t accept
The box goes …… and again I must choose
Which way I want to lose
Sometimes I respond, though always without aim
For everything and nothing amount to the same

Looking at you – watching me
Looking at you – dehydrating me
Looking at me – watching you
Looking at me – desiccating you

I police you as you police me
Because the real police don’t have time, apparently
And every move you make, every breath you take
I’ll be mocking you
I’m watching from my window as you root through my trash
Searching for a shred of yourself amongst the cold ash
And if you found parts of me, what then?
You wouldn’t know what to do with any of them

Looking at me – watching you
Looking at me – dehydrating you
Looking at you – hating me
Wishing that you could be a part of me

I think it was Derek Raymond who said
A murderer is more boring than the dead
And you’re not even a killer, so if that’s true
Tell me, honeybunch, what does that make you?
‘Cause it’s so charming that you think I care
About you crawling over fences for my Primark underwear
Is this ‘animal’ meant to scare me?
I’ve seen wilder animals in a Sylvanian Family

Looking at you – watching me
Looking at you – dehydrating me
Looking at me – watching you
Looking at me – desiccating you

Looking at me – watching you
Looking at me – dehydrating you
Looking at you – hating me
Wishing that you could be a part of me