1. SELF-IGNORANCE
The mentality is omnipotent.
Everbody wants justice
nobody wants to give it.
Everyone is afraid to riot
no one's afraid to buy it.
what the eyes see, the mind manipulates.
We don't know our mothers and fathers
We don't know our mothers and fathers
know our mothers and fathers
know them
don't blame them
know your mothers and fathers.
Groovy hairdo, detesting weirdo
You're too young to be old.
dirt talking hero; "did you come? did you come yet? Don't come in me!"
There are no dirty words.
O! The world that we live in, why
oh why
is it so unforgiving?
If you knew the time and place
would you go on, or would you stop?
Do you want to make your wildest dreams come true
or do you
want to
d
i
v
e
from the highest
r i d g
b e
and drown in solitude.
Knowing the end is near.
Would you then face your worst fear?
Would you finally become mad, liberated, angry
and start screaming from pure agony!
Would the face of death make you a child again?
And the God you never believed in,
would you get on your knees and start praying?
***
2 HUMDRUM
Blindly walking through life
hallucinating
working. Digging our own graves
slaving for others
never obeying oneself.
Hiding. Always hiding.
Always dreaming, never living.
waiting, wishing, wanting, rarely laughing,
tears start falling,
crating a sea of fear.
'till the sunbeams dry your eyes
and the long desired epiphany enters your mind
and you finally begin to forget,
just for another day
as your despair vanishes
like last nights promises,
and joy happens
re-painting the canvas,
The mentality is omnipotent.
Everbody wants justice
nobody wants to give it.
Everyone is afraid to riot
no one's afraid to buy it.
what the eyes see, the mind manipulates.
We don't know our mothers and fathers
We don't know our mothers and fathers
know our mothers and fathers
know them
don't blame them
know your mothers and fathers.
Groovy hairdo, detesting weirdo
You're too young to be old.
dirt talking hero; "did you come? did you come yet? Don't come in me!"
There are no dirty words.
O! The world that we live in, why
oh why
is it so unforgiving?
If you knew the time and place
would you go on, or would you stop?
Do you want to make your wildest dreams come true
or do you
want to
d
i
v
e
from the highest
r i d g
b e
and drown in solitude.
Knowing the end is near.
Would you then face your worst fear?
Would you finally become mad, liberated, angry
and start screaming from pure agony!
Would the face of death make you a child again?
And the God you never believed in,
would you get on your knees and start praying?
***
2 HUMDRUM
Blindly walking through life
hallucinating
working. Digging our own graves
slaving for others
never obeying oneself.
Hiding. Always hiding.
Always dreaming, never living.
waiting, wishing, wanting, rarely laughing,
tears start falling,
crating a sea of fear.
'till the sunbeams dry your eyes
and the long desired epiphany enters your mind
and you finally begin to forget,
just for another day
as your despair vanishes
like last nights promises,
and joy happens
re-painting the canvas,
