miércoles, octubre 13, 2010

If it ain't in my heart

Everyone keeps telling me that only Sundays,
Are for staying in bed,
And doing nothin' but waste and wither away,
Well I do it everyday instead,
'Cause whatever purpose my life had long ago,
Is now utterly gone,
Don't know why, it just ain't in me anymore,
It scapes my mind, the reason.

Though, the outcome's truly appealing,
Only smokin', writin', and sleepin',
No concerns, no responsabilities,
The mementos I'm making are neither good nor bad, they're just memories,
Though everyone seems in dissagreement with this way to live,
It puts my mind at ease.

They say it's not wrong to acquiesce,
As long as you do so,
To their plain and emotionless requests,
Even when you know,
In yer heart you oughtta do something else,
Oh no, it ain't easy to live,
Specially when you have no room to breathe,
It's better to forget it all,
And just let yourself be.

You'll see the outcome's truly appealing,
Only smokin', writin', and sleepin',
No concerns, no responsabilities,
The mementos you'll be making will be neither good nor bad, they'll be just memories,
Though everyone will seem to be in dissagreement with this way to live,
It'll put your mind at ease.

I ain't gonna do what ain't in my heart,
This is who I've been right from the start.


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!