Rebel With Cause: Take me home

viernes, septiembre 17, 2010

Take me home

Nothing but empty streets,
Dirty beds of lust covered with lying white sheets,
One great hall of broken hearts and misery,
Most of us are lonely, some are happy,
Wotta way to live.

Come on, come on,
Just take me back,
Take me home,
To a place I belong,
Don't think I wanna be here anymore,
My mind's done.

I'm slipping deeper in this hole,
Remember way back when I felt I had a soul,
Now the warmth of the sun does nothing for me, I'm always cold,
A coward breathes behind this mask of bold.

Come on, come on,

Just take me back,

Take me home,

To a place I belong,

Don't think I wanna be here anymore,

My mind's done.

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THE ANSWER TO LIFE'S MUCH EASIER THAN U THINK SON!!

Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!