Everything is a concept Nothing is real My words are trapped inside quotations What's true expression Fucking in the streets? Or Mentally fucking The Ancestors of Them "Mankind"? That hurt What a lie I must fuck my way to the top I only love beautiful women The kind that like to look for paradise That every word promises But it is so much fun to write and talk and pretend to follow rules fools Fuckin' Slaves Society is getting Shitty What a pity They can't see what's inside Me I'm regenerated Their Hypnotized By The words that I speak I make them weak And slow them down They want to live When I'm around I want to dance Is there a chance To Dance all night & sing These are the words That a Holy Man Brings
Reason for writing:
Just Looking at how things are reversed.
Birth sign: Cancer
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