Are we all just empty vessels influenced by the world? What is your function? Whether it's kindness or hostility Everyone has the right to praise, disregard, and condemnation
Which mode of control do you consent to? Violence, opulence, abstinence? Excitement is uncertainty
Noose so snug, you shrug it off Defend what controls you Because it is comfortable
I misperceive, but I must believe that I've never made a single choice in my life I misperceive, but I say that we've deceived ourselves for long enough, accept how you operate
Gripping your thoughts far too hard to concentrate The sickness grows when inflicted, convicted, restricted
We are all chained to a set course dictated by blood, mud, and luck The mind, the body, the master
You are the anger, joy, disgust, surprise, kindness, pity, envy, love, fear, trust, affirmation, negation, guilt and devotion.
Modesty, and self-attention, I am wracked with apprehension
Meditative, ill-tempered
Admiration, obsession, triumph, anxiety, excitement, desperation, satisfaction, indifference, and sympathy
We are all chained to a set course dictated by blood, mud, and luck The mind, the body, the disaster
Learn to love the locust
I decide that I have no choice in the matter I decide to embrace the puppet master
Blood is the problem, but I accept what flows in meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
