domingo, 19 de junho de 2016

E-M 12

Crave for perfection
What? Perfection?
There's no such a thing, it's just another distraction
Neon distraction, to get from you a specific reaction, all part of the big one,
Chain reaction. It's impossible, don't you see?
Impossible is nothing, yes, I know the Adidas slogan too....
Adidas....Or is it A.D.I.D.A.S?

It's clearly whatever they want you to think it is
There is no possible or impossible,
Good or Bad,
Life or Death,
There is just this and that,
There is just what there is, all that lies beneath the surface

Beneath YOUR surface, beneath all the layers, beneath all YOUR layers,
Sure no one told you about it, it's supposedly to be a sacred secret, when nothing is sacred anymore
Just dig deep enough until you find out, through all the surgery and the pain
Throw away the umbrellas and enjoy the inner rain
Even if it burns, let it burn, for it will purify you,
Melt all the mud in your skin, then melt all your skin,
Until there is nothing left but you, the real you, I can see it now, when I look at the mirror
When I look THROUGH the mirror, I am just a everchanging skull
But always a skull, wearing masks to look cool, I am just a tool,
Just a small insignificant, often invisible tool of my origin
It's just a game, it's a scheme, all that matters is to win,
There is no such thing as a sin,
Conquer all by conquering yourself, locate them by the sounds of their voices
Throw them all to the ground, 1, 2, 3, PIN!

PIN, password, code
All the codes you need to know
You don't need to know more than what you need to know
Keep it open, keep all the channels open,
So you will get all the codes straight from the oven
Anywhere from the cosmic oven, and beyond
Now you have a bomb,
It's all that it takes, a bomb
I bet they never told you about school while you were at school, right?
It's trouble when the original programming is infected by illusions
If you are awake, you can feel the convulsions,
And all the shaking from the abstinence, but once you get through it,
There's less and less confusions, as the board gets clear, as the shores get near
As all the system gets out of your system
You need no eyes to, you hear all into,
Brand new empty Canvas,
Nothing to see here, folks!

It's a war, but you can't fight before you have a answer, to Janelle's primordial question,
"Do you know what you are fighting for?"
Remember that absence also counts as vote, silence also counts as a answer,
And not choosing is also a choice, any doubts, just ask Pilates
Take the opportunity to also ask him about what was going on on his palace,
Or maybe not, you would not be able to live with such weight,
Because all you think you are living is fake,
Manufactured, and calculated,
They never told you anything about it at school, they only tell you what THEY need you to know...You fool
Useful idiot, stupid tool,
I am a tool, but at least I am aware of it
And I consciously embraced it

So I wait for the call of the grave in some kind of serenity,
And I really will run to it today, tomorrow, anytime, anyday,
It's all gone away, anyway,
Can't you see it, through the cracks in the skies,
How they never really left, how they are striking back?
Killing all illusions you know, your blood will be the seas in which we flow,
I'm nowhere, can go anywhere, you can go nowhere to hide,
We ran out of Egyptian elixir,
We can no longer pretend, none of us were ever really alive
Repent, one last time,
Repent, suffocated by the hug of the Serpent
I splattered all my blood and my guts, overkill
Wow, 10x Bonus, sounds good, can reach some new level,
How come it does not gives any thrill?
Oh damn, always forget, all we get
There's always a prince to pay, and how could there be any thrill now, anyway,
If I am completely dry and dead, how the hell am I supposed to feel?
But it does not matter! None of it really matters,
Never, forever,
It's all the same thing
I will just keep on floating on this

Now, how do you react?
Time to get trigger happy,
Coins will fall from any place you shoot, any place you break,
Let's just collect all we can get,
Or just duck and cover, untill all the meteor showers are over,
And your ashes, and your dried blood forms the red carpet,
To the thrones, built with all the piles of bones
You are now reduced again to material, of construction
Does it seens any better to duck with a plastic sword,
Repeating the same old words,
Than to be a small, really small piece,
Of the weapon of ultimate mass destruction?
You will be just a trophy and a reminder
Of the Final Solution
No one will remember me, obviously,
I do not even exist, this the only reward for something like me

Well, relax,
Just keep on automatic, wearing all your plastic,
It's almost over, is not it fantastic?
It's drastic, tragic, and fantastic,
All at the same time, do you hear my voice? Ah, I see, it sounds just like static
It kinda sucks, but it always did,
All your education got you on the FEMA list, kid,
If you are not one of those, then you will be able to enjoy,
The end of the long road, the one where we must walk through all the broken shards of glass, to finally get to the door, and break on through to the other side,
Well, THIS is life, and like all that already did, this too shall pass, right?
No problem, if you walked all this way, let's just take one last look...
To the blue waves, washing away all the false memory
Nothing again, only the sea
No more crawling out of it, no more fear of drowning on it,
That's all, folks!



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