He stands at the abyss. And looks into the depth. Whispers in his brain want him. To make the final step. He sees his whole past life now. Passing in front of his eyes.
In the last time occurences guided me. To the land where the lie lives. It's sovereigns have to humbug us. In such a way that all men's thinking's growing stiff.
The alarm clock rings, I open my eyes. And watch the yellowed white of my room's ceiling. The dull light of the dawn falls through my window. Raindrops are hitting the ground.
I am walking through the streets. Of my old town. Looking back on the days. Of my youth. There are factories in the fields. Where we used to play. Clouds of smoke hang in the sky.
Nowadays the essential crimes of blue. Take place behind closed black doors. Unrevealed, at green tables discussed. To paint over the grey with colors.
Revengeful corpse out to kill. Smell the stench, your guts will spill. Vomit for a mind, maggots for a cock. With his axe the corpse will chop. . Stare into his eyes.
they're Bureaucrazy. dumb bitch at 16. nows she's having a baby. guess she's been listening to too much slim shady. you know!. trapped a bitch ass nigga for his bureau.
In the dark of night. Abusing a portion of light. While others are sleeping. And some are escaping. A serpent spews out fantasy. Unjustified blasphemy.
Guilty until proven innocent. We condemn your soul and fate. Never mind the possibilities. Too busy for logic or calculate. . Take part in diminishing breed.
Guilty until proven innocent. We condemn your soul and fate. Never mind the possibilities. Too busy for logic or to calculate. . Take part in a diminishing breed.
Transforming your mind from the inside out. Overcoming fear that made you doubt. Observing what is stored in the subconscious. Trusting what you feel with your gut responses.