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
