We suffer together until we die. Born into a world that numbs the minds of man. We are born to die, we are wasting so much time. Compare the stones then pick a favourite, everything in order from the pain and the sordid, to the elation I allow, to the strain I endow. So organised, so much control, I bet you can stand the flow. Never ending flow of information, we are the lost generation stuck here to feast on the safest line they offer, no wonder we feel nothing. Short elation, complication, masturbation, algorithms, mechanisms to keep on you. Lost to the chaos of not knowing, standing still we are not growing. Why am I so sick (it’s simple), was I this sick before? (Of course). This dissolution has me here, all alone inside my home and wrought with fear. I feel the courage behind my body, something is calling. Plunge me under, I can take it. Compare the stones then let me break them. And I saw the feminine burn as she sang fury to the void. Scream fury for our suffering. Here we go again the same fucking thing. Never ending flow of information, we are the lost generation stuck here to feast on the safest line they offer, no wonder we feel nothing. You can strive for this moment as it slips through your fingers, sipping on the memory as is splinters, soured as it lingers, or you can propel yourself through the void. I know I am a monumentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
