lately, I’m not really there I’m not really anywhere sometimes I’m not myself I mutate into something else sometimes I’m formed in the shadows exposed under sodium light I can’t seem to shake the feeling that it all could happen again I’d be down on the killing floor dragging my ball and chain through hospital corridors desperate to escape finding no way home
fuck this for
a game of soldiers fifty years on the
treadmill just to make some other
cunt filthy no, I’m sick of their bourgeois
heroes I’m sick of their holy books they want to stunt your imagination with
their prisons, churches and schools
well, I’m opting out I’ve simply had enough I’m an armchair revolutionary now hooked to the silver screen I think I broke the world I didn’t know what I doing I was only killing time when this notion came to me… I need to escape this room and smash my fucking TV
I just want
to know what the hell is going
on? they say the world will end today it’s not before time this world is a sick joke but then, you reap what you sow and we’ve sown a lot I don’t suppose I really care but I’m curious I just want to know is this all there is? I just want to know
there’s so much propaganda now black propaganda and filth you’ve got stomach a banquet of shit every time you watch the news we don’t need hatred we don’t need rulers the power they take from the people will return to the people coz nothing is permanent not even our troubles there is no meaning to any of this there is only the desire for life with our thoughts we make the world the way is not in the sky the way is in the mind
I like your
attitude fuck the rules you’ll never reach monkey heaven but you’re not being fooled by sugar coated rhetoric you’re
not paralyzed by wishful thinking coz you’re an individual and
you do as you choose
you have desires that outstrip this world perhaps you were meant for somewhere else some other world where you are free you don’t
talk to an empty sky coz you already
know the truth heaven was in that first kiss but hell was in the last
change will
come through the mouth of a gun the truth is a bullet the mind is a gun and a gun is power as money is power and beauty is power we
like power we can’t get enough all relationships are based on power and resistance to power coz power ennobles while the fear of losing power
corrupts it’s that terrible dynamic that measures out the conflict that constitutes our lives
paint a
picture of this emotionally squalid got the fear on now something chronic but I have music inside me so I’m not that far gone not
a damp eye in the house must be the
season of cynics I’m too tired to make
adjustments this late in the deal
lately, I’m riddled with doubt and what if it’s bad? but what if it’s good? but
what if it’s bad? and what if they
laugh? so what if they do? it’s
the bloody psychogenesis of crippling
inertia my head is black with
trouble and I’m weary of the conflict
I quit for the sake of my sanity but I soon found out you have to quit every day maybe I’ll quit quitting no, don’t tempt me don’t get me started once I get started I don’t know how to stop I’m not a temperate man I’m a greedy bastard who cannot get enough
It’s not easy
staying sober but it’s so much
harder staying drunk staying drunk takes dedication an appetite for destruction the
will to live as a fucking pariah, a leper and a bum no, I no longer have the strength to
deal with so much fun
he don't know who he is
coz he’s
had a hit
that's knocked
him
fucking senseless
so he
does his business
with a brownian motion
he’s erratic and addled
I felt I owed
you some words but what’s the
point? they wouldn’t ring true they’d make me like you I’m
too lazy now to speak the truth they say there’s beauty in truth even when it hurts I’m not so sure the truth can be ugly it can cut like a knife
does the lie
you believe become the truth? people
tell lies to look more attractive but
mostly they just get uglier I heard what you said that I wasn’t worth knowing but it was said from a distance so I might have been dreaming
a world
without madness would be a mediocrity but when I realised what a sick, awful joke
the world is I went stark raving
mad and madness begets madness so soon I was lost insanity
is no escape from reality it’s an
overdose of reality isolation, loneliness, desperation and
rage all of these are real the whole world is mad and in a world of madness perhaps only the crazy are truly sane
I have worn the cloak of madness madness that
wore me down it took over my
mind and co-opted every action my messianic highs, my diabolical
lows were as inclement as the weather
they guided my tongue and my actions they
damned me as they exalted me but I
glimpsed eternity and thrilled to uncover my great secret we are all as gods we are all of us insane only some of us know it only some bear the pain
