in a history book. Another lie to justify the lands we took. Another page
in a history book. Another lie to forget the lives we took. History repeats
itself in another second. Exploitation for generations and we just don´t
get it. Burn it - burn this lie down. Burn it - no more enslavement. Burn
it - burn this history page. Burn it - just burn it. Human life is still
worth less than possession of power, and we are the slaves of today under
fascist co-operations. Structured to maintain the awareness and civilizations
we made. The lands we plundered and the cultures we raped, we are all a
part of progression. The victims of a capitalist system, just statistics
in history books that glorify the mass murders and the genocides. What
has changed and what have we accomplished in our strive for equality? Oppression
rules and money controls in a world where war is still beneficial for those
in power. In a sexist, racist, homophobic existence we still fight for
How come your
symbols of freedom only restrict? How come your symbols of pride to me
ain´t worth nothing? What better way to oppress us than to make us
safe. To make us nod in approval to the limits we created. Our freedom
our bill of rights just assureanced to make us abide. To make us serve
their purposes and to serve our time. But I will destroy a system that's
built on greed, I will destroy tradition that make us bleed, I will shut
down the power of all who have lied to me, I will defy their image of what
they wan´t me to be.
of my words is not enough to make up for the words I didn´t say.
I´m sorry, I didn´t wan´t to close the door, just afraid
to suffocate. Inside this these arms I find comfort, I will try not to
break another mirror because that would mean that I would only break myself.
This body, where has it taken me, forsaked me. Let me be. My eyes never
felt this soar. If I only had known more, self centered, myself to blame.
Death is fucking you insane. A selfish boy with fear and doubt afraid to
let it inside. I promised myself that I won´t break it another time.
No questions asked, just answers taken. My guilt, my thoughts, my mind
were whose to judge? I think I need to breath, to let the door be open
but the only one who is choking me is myself. Why can´t I see that
you are the sun, the rain, the fuel I need inside. Why can´t I see?
I´ll try. I won´t listen. I´ll cry. Sunflower princess.
I am not
I will choose
my diet with care and like that wasn´t enough, I already wrote a
good bye note to say farewell to you. Your TV-world, your fake ideals,
your selfish ways, compromising truth. Nothing has to come to an end. I´m
so glad I never followed you. Impossible to progress, burn your flag to
possess the strength and knowledge that you repress. I choose my diet with
comfort and like that wasn´t enough I wrote you a thank you note
for what you tried to make of me. A prepackaged blueprint, a cut to fit
product. Thank you for absolutely nothing. We are just blueprints - we
are just products. Individuality lost to conformity - I am not me. we are
just blueprints - we are just products. Individuality now means anonymity
- we are not free.
This one will
not change - turn down that fad again. Complacency - overcome, overdone.
Everlasting - I´ve won. No second chance - it´s just begun.
Stuck down in convenience, tradition chosen way. Who describes, who decides
our idea of fun? I will not become what I despise, I found a reason, your
truths are lies. Directed, attached. Reason will overcome the bounds of
conformity. We are still waiting. Struggle to overcome generations of second
hand liars. Struggle to overcome the past mistakes.
The real revolution
starts within. Lock down and caged, our lives directed. We just can´t
ignore the real reasons. We are just as much to blame an anyone else. Silent
in apathy we won´t make a difference. How can we say that we are
a part of the problem, that´s not true. Stereotype values and intoxication
won´t bring about change. There´s a reason for the rejection,
I feel it in my range. A protest to insuffíciency, a purpose to
save and heal. A balance to recover the distorted picture. Words means
nothing - action is what counts when I comes down to it - don´t count
I try to write
every line with perfection. Scarred to constant remember the violence,
the wound you put me trough. I never meant the pain to you. Weak one shall
continue as weak one and when it hurts it won´t be the last time.
Clouded thoughts makes it harder to fly. Your pornographic dream is a lie.
This pretty face. Suppose I could oppose the role that you set for me.
The object you tried to make of me. But this time I will just close my
eyes. Bite my lips and and try not to cry. Point that gun at your own head,
kill this male ego dead. Constantly fueled, constantly fed, watch this
beautiful skin turn red. Your constant abuse, your constant comments, your
constant date rapes and constant drive to destroy this pretty face.