miércoles, julio 28, 2010


Before me stands a steep hill,
That I cannot climb,
And within me there's a light,
That refuses to shine.
Light another cigarrette,
Nothing but lies in the truths I've said.
I've never really meant anything,
Guess that's probbably why I'm fading.

Everything I've ever held in my hands,
Turns to dust and gets blown,
My heart has endured more than it was meant to stand,
The old me is not torn, no, he's dead and gone.

Trapped inside this barren wasteland,
Without bein able to get out,
My mind use to be so clear, how grand,
Now it has been darkened, by these grimm clouds of doubt.

So until I'm free and runnin' wild,
I'll stay here in my prison of sand,
And out there in the world, roses bloom, all the while,
I'm the sole resident in this no man's land.


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!