Another long day, just dropping our time heads bowed – cottonwool turning us blind Another long day / dumb party to your crimes - the burden presses even if we crawl Another long day / accepting a hideous price - skilled hands stifling our cries…
Years gone to satisfy whims of others we’re tired, exhausted, channelled through anxiety’s dead-ends. Your increasing for further gains… as repetitiveness tramples on our talent anteroom to the darkest existential nonsense.
DUMB PARTY TO YOUR CRIMES JUST DROPPING OUR TIME COTTONWOOL TURNING US BLIND
“you think you’ll do it soon soon, maybe even tomorrow… perhaps you’ll have the nerve it’s all in your hands – strength will return but maybe it’s better to hold on. twenty, twenty-five years / twenty, twenty-seven years / twenty, twenty-nine years strength will return but maybe it’s better to hold on” (Luca Abort, RIP)
dreams are over, collapsing into a sordid chasm where vital souls are ageing terribly.
PROSTRATED BY SCHEMES FANCY'S MELTED AWAY DRAINING AN IMMENSE CRY
LIFE FATED TO DRAIN - efforts driving nowhere GREY OCEANS' VOID - the shade of our boredom LIFE FATED TO DRAIN - actions turned into functions GREY OCEANS' VOID - detached in depression
a mask soldered on-face, tears fermenting beneath, this mechanical regularity I’ll never fit [in/out] screwed by a waste-dependence role. Your urges of expansion… always fed by a circle of fools.
Goin' on to breathe a sense of instability "non-affordable" the norm, "resignation" its backbone how can we run so beyond self-esteem where's the value of strain in a production-labyrinth transfiguring every trace of individuality? Knelt down to a dimension of easily replaceable tesserae immured to eternity in a made-to-measure cast born in automatic misery, social crisis the excuse
YOU HAVE NO GUTS FOR DESPISING AND CHANGING SETTLED IN CONVENTIONALITY, A PROGRAMMED FATE BASED ON MONOTONY. REFLECTIONS OF FAILURE, “A JOB LIKE MANY OTHERS”….. I’LL NEVER TOLERATE TO WATCH MYSELF DYING AFTER 40 YEARS ROTTING.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
