Sometimes, feeling tired and
wondering bout what`s the
point of all this, I get
into a state of not caring,
so deep, that the world
stops existing
There´s nothing to do, no one
to be, just sounds and colours
that ultimately are not
And I`ll go to bed and get
some sleep and as I wake up
everything is fresh and new
again
I can take hours of bullshit
talk, but never been able to
walk the walk
Don`t even learn from my
mistakes, not that I could
make `em sitting here
writing shit on my
computer screen
It`s funny, this life,
yours even, I bet.
Get up to die, clothe
yourself
Eat to die
Drink to die
Die to die
Live to die?
Eggs in a frying pan.
Dogs on a leash.
Cats walking through
the alleys in the dark.
Fat people, laughing,
joking, suffocating..
Have you seen the darkest
dark?
Left your mark?
Ready to die?
Follow the round barrel,
down the river,
where the unwanted go
to die
Follow the weak that have
inherited the land
Follow the oil marks,
the cash, the violence
Follow the ones that
don`t want to be followed
Look at your shadow,
look at yourself
look with dead eyes
look without a soul
And never
EVER
question why.
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