In what way are we superior when all we know is to scratch out the eyes of small cats and dogs this whole concept is disturbed to me His words are absurd pointless for his herd to whom they are written put under light easily broken silly to the whore and her ragged child misleading for the king and his burning land devastating for the lover and his coming bride Lord, your words ain't worth shit You created us, your very own children designed us after your very own features but you never understood us because you do not understand yourself this so called holy book of yours is nothing more then a manifest of lies but you do not lie to us, Lord you lie only to yourself this lesson of right and wrong is written for the ideal human the pure human with no flaws but none like that exists neither on earth nor in heaven Lord, we are not what you wished to create we are you, we are your children so please rewrite this book of yours and this time please don't run from yourself look within, from where your children comes
Banden är helt avklippta nu jag har bara ett spår av färgglada girlander bakom mig nu är jag per definition en påtvingad msn-konversation hej/ läget?/ vad gör du/ .....
tystnaden faller med snön blöt och tung med missförstånd faller den in i mig täpper till alla mina hål drar ner temperaturen vid noll grader Kelvin färdas jag hämningslöst utan att ens röra vid blir jag så mycket äldre så mycket fortare att du inte ens orkar minnas mitt liv inte heller bry dig på den turkosa girland som hänger ensam runt din höft
I beg todiffer, dear friend. Both worlds feels cold to me. I've seen fires. They offer no warmth. At least none that I will accept. I am cold. It will go on. I know what to do. The helping hand stinks. I know the lies lies LIES! I want nothing of it. Exept for everything. Take me inside. I will keep a straight face. Will not scream. Will not cry in public. I am no threat. I am A pig In a cage On antibiotics
There was a dead bird on the road I bent down, tried to c o m m u n i c a t e not a word fitted the situation I just chatterd away about the weather the bird didn't give damn
riped it up tried to find a heart found nothing it was empty found nothing
got myself a knife ripped up my friends found nothing they were empty found nothing
gathered some courage ripped myself up found the echo of my own voice I'm not there this isn't really happening I'm just an overvalued clothes hanger