I’m so pissed
what will i do?
i’m too full of rage
emptyness dull
my head will blow
don’t excuse
i’m so pissed
what will i do?
you thought you were right
in your silly way to love
i am crying inside
until my heart explode in blood torment
think a little bit
try
think for a while
i’m too full of rage
emptyness dull
too lost inside
adittion
my adittion
i’m so pissed
what will i do?
wanna be inside
wanna feel you
your touch your mind
feel your words
full of significance
believe you
i tryed
can’t get through
i’m so pissed
what will i do?
lost you
inside
1 comment:
Writters are makers and destroyers of myths.
The sole reason for mythology is that reality sucks.
Without mythology, reality would be unbearable.
Music and writting are pathological responses to
the vulgarity of mundane existence, the last lines
of defense against the inhumanity of the world we
are forced to live in. I would gladly spill every drop
of my blood if only to serve to purpose of creating
a myth that would last thoughout the milenia.
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