who needs truth? it tastes too bitter people don’t want truth they just want illusions they can live with I don’t have a dog in this fight I’m not looking for truth I don’t believe in truth unless that truth is love
I suggest you switch off your subliminal mind fuck devices and stick your nose into your own
business you’ll find acceptable
answers there but you’d best keep them to yourself don’t pass them off as truth coz there’s no such thing as truth in this
world
today is not the day but it’s closer I can feel it we’re on the cusp of change everything can change we shape the world we live in it changes with our thinking if we do not cast our skins we die and so we must continue we discarded our humanity today we will reap our tears tomorrow
in a time of monsters I’m struggling to stay sane things are all fucked up and make no mistake we could wind up anywhere and I fear we will folks who live in glass houses are gathering their stones they plan to fight alfresco in the streets and city squares the first denunciations have already been logged it’s just a matter of time the death of society is only a heartbeat away it’s every man for himself in this cruel new economy
I know your game you’re
trying to drag me in but you can’t
get next to me coz your words are just
fireflies they flash real
pretty but I can’t get a grip of
them you say your crimes were
circumstantial that you’re older
and wiser now and you’ve served your time but still
can’t catch a break you’re in a
rut and your cage isn’t getting any
bigger you say we’re shaped by experience maybe I
don’t know I’m just another layer of
fiction I’m not my daddy or my daddy’s daddy I’m the child of intent the one who committed the crime I want to take the stand I know
which words to say I struck a
match in my life and burned the
bastard down but I rose from the
ashes gloriously formed a
trenchant individual who swims
against the tide
this is not for me the autumnal rust of gradual decay I want another bite of the cherry please call me greedy call me immature but I’m willing to adopt an attitude here I’ll show you something you can understand they ripped the wings off my guru for flying too close to the truth they won’t do that with me coz I tell too many lies I’m ready now to live straightjacket calm and tooled up with mental dynamite but this ain’t no goddamn rodeo no, this is a fucking zoo there’s chaos in the monkey house and I can’t get with that I think I’m going back to a simpler place and time to treasures I once buried somewhere in my mind
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do crazy people worship insane gods? where is the great psychiatrist in the
sky? I just realised I’m in the middle
of a revolution no-one knows what the
fuck is going on another weary year drags its sorry arse through the exit I’m tempted to follow it but I don’t have the stones the worst thing that happened to me last
year was myself I have failed again but perhaps I failed better
I want to play a dangerous game I want to change they say if change your mind you change everything I’m just the fiction my daddy copied
from his daddy surely I can improve
on that shit storm the moral of the story
is clear I’ve been ordinary
and I am bored I’ll staple
that to my knackers and let out a roar concoct a story that conceals my embarrassment or confess confess according to my sins and seek absolution with blood wet on my hands
we all do what we want to do
eventually and we all get what we deserve I was promised an invincible summer burning
somewhere in my heart maybe I’ll sing
it out until I feel better I’ll know
when my moment comes I’ll just take
the reigns and make it mine anyway
I’ll own the real world whenever I see it I’ll tread with angels to speak the
truth and strike a pact with my
idiot god he understands my madness because he’s mental too he issued
a manifesto of troublesome
delights where says he’ll set the
world on fire if we don’t meet his
demands
in the spirit of the season I wish you peace, love and understanding I wish it for myself too coz I always dragged the low end until one day I ran out of grievances now I’m just another probationary human being trying to do good when I can afford it and I can afford it more often than not but I’m unfit for a society that’s unfit for me I’ll always be a criminal a heretic a fool
I’ve been searching for something that has no name so what
was it I wanted? I think that I’ve
forgotten there are words and then there are words but words alone won’t suffice and I won’t be losing sleep over secrets I keep from you it’s evident that I think too much you may think I’m high but I’m just pretending I emptied my mind into a bucket and found this bauble fomenting there
I often drag the low end as does anyone in bondage but I’ll be exalted in heaven when they read about me in the papers so lend me your patience coz right now I’m busy grinding out grievances just another caged bird festering behind bars a captive mistake in the world of injustice
this cruel prison is an assault on my soul a
daily degradation of my higher being I pace a cell full of creature comforts where I waste and wither day after day I have to stifle the urge to attack my
captors and end my confinement with a reckless dash for freedom coz I have the ambition to take everyone with me and bring down the system that keeps us all enslaved
I can bear your scrutiny if you can bear mine after all, we’re cousins and guilty of similar crimes I lashed out in pain what’s your modus vivendi? were you driven by fear and greed? coz you rolled right over me but you did not hear me cry isn’t it strange that you find me just as you’d want me to be? I had to love myself in self defence because you wouldn’t do it for me I crafted myself a shadow to mirror my every move you know it looks more like you than I I mislaid it in the dark what does that thought signify?
this could be a confession anyway, it might as well be true I heard this story oh, what a story and it fused into my mind with the promise of unlimited potential now I’m all ramped up for the final oblivion conflict seems predictable depends how far you’ll go in defence of your illusions I don’t give a damn I got jesus on my side there’s a force in his story that will not be denied I’ll put it in a nutshell there’s nothing left to fear but people never listen they’re still wielding sticks and stones it’s enough to break your heart but only the dead know peace and I must live with that
everybody’s crazy for power and power is all they need me, I’ve got surplus energy I got it coursing through my veins I’m a mini hiroshima I’m an improvised device I’m going supernova right in your fucking face this a spontaneous detonation I have become a killer my love has turned to hate I walk a murderous path with violence in my hands and anguish in my heart
I’ve battened down my hatches I’m now fully submerged into my approximate cliché am I drowning? don’t tell me I’m drowning is this hell? please tell me we’re not in hell is this the niche that's carved me? the petty bourgeois hero of countless banal fantasies panhandling for change in the world of broken actors
the inner eye never lies and I can read my chart I was high on the great deception but I never had a dime my life just flushed before me sixty years a loser and always arse deep in debt but I’ve been informed by my sponsor of a happy ever after coz there ain’t no paupers in heaven and there ain’t no tally men either seems like folk in heaven are having a hell of a time
