in a world of cliches we've grown used to
we suddenly sense there is a chance
to overcome the walls
the lies
the supersonic imagery
the black-against-white battle hymns
disinformation to sink our ships
on the way to the other side
but does it stop there?
will it end?
will our opened mouths relase a voice
calling for the same
downright rotten ideals
freedom exploitation
justice malice
liberty poverty
all the same
just now
a nice decoration for those in power
whoever they may be
faceless demons
with the best in mind
for us
for us
for themselves
I do know no more
in this episode of money
of mastery
or alternate beliefs
carnival of carnage
or cultural clash
whatever you call it
we're on the right side
I know that I am
afraid not to be alone
with someone I can rely on
speak to me, goal-attainment talks
magical mushrooms carried by a voice
megalomania
fast-food for thought
bearing the all-purpose-drug
called 'mass psychosis'
subconscious fear
so much better than
the admittance of brainwash departments
keep talking, for me
maybe I'll realize
don't sigh... be silent
a dream I've forgotten
is losing its shape
I wish I could weep for it
could be sad for a while
wish I could live
in a world
where make-believe goes in hand
with fate
Birth sign: Capricorn
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