Nothing but a Mistake

Fuck life, I tried
And I failed, all this time
I’m nothing but a mistake,
That should never really be here
I’m just a bug in the system
A system that I will explode before I get out
For you won’t get rid of me, world
I will get rid of you instead
I picture a life, but I don’t deserve it
I’m gonna drown in my emptiness, it makes no difference
For I am already dead

I am just a bunch of broken pieces
Damaged beyond repair
I try to do it right
But it always go wrong
Because I am nothing but a mistake
I cannot be fixed, so I must be erased

Nothing of this should ever be, I should never be
I see the end is getting near, I don’t know why I’m still here
I must disappear
I’m just a mistake, I have no life, never had
I was born already dead
And all that I want, I don’t deserve any of that
So fuck it, enough  of tolerating my annoying presence
Enough of lying to myself, I must accept reality
I’m just a ghost in the machine,
A bug in the system,
I’m just not worthy of anything

So fuck it, why do I still fight
I will never have what I want
I can only see it in the distance
I cannot touch anything
I’m the ghost of Vincent Price
Reading tales told twice
I’m just Edward Scissorhands
Hidden in the basement of the Phantom of the Opera
Oh, how I despite myself
What kind of abomination am I?
Well, it does not matter
Soon I will be away forever

It’s not the world that is getting rid of me
I’m getting rid of the world
But specially I’m getting rid of myself
The mistake will be fixed, I’m almost done
Everything will fall into place
When I’m gone

I tried, I did my best
I tried, I fought, with all I had
Still I ended up dead
I’m such a fucking loser

1524

Copycat, copycat
Caught on academic trap
You think that’s all in your future?
That’s ALL you want for your future?
Obsessed, you’ve been caught
On Martin Luther’s web
They will drain, your brain,
And fill your skull with post – modern crap

You will spend years, to get your degree
Then you go to London, where they don’t even have the best of it
You should go to Cambridge, Oxford shit
Did you know it?
No, you did not, that just goes to show
That even tough I despite all this academic crap
I still know much more than you about this trap
Then you will get your master degree, after  SOME MORE YEARS
Then you will finally achieve, what you wanted so much
To enter the industrial machine, where they will suck your blood

You will work all day, for SO MANY MORE YEARS
Why? Because you want MONEY, luxury, possessions
And in the end of this morbid story, you will end up drained and empty
With only all your fancy shit to fill the void, will you be really RICH?

Have you ever heard of the compulsory “Education” plan?
Oh no, History is so boring, right?
Too bad that History controls your fucking LIFE
So if you don’t know where the hell you are,
And how the hell things REALLY are,
It will be too late when you finally realize
That they have stole all your energy
And that you have wasted away all your LIFE

Can money buy you?
Do you hate yourself that much,
To even sell YOURSELF?
Will you sell your soul,
So you can have all the luxury you got used to
And proudly become a academic zombie, a workaholic?

Are you really that weak? No, I don’t think so
Will you waste the unique opportunity you have now to really LIVE and be FREE
And at all costs, go back to prison?
So you can have all the luxury back? I know you are better than that

There are many things money can’t buy
Like real freedom, beauty, poetry, happiness, satisfaction, LIFE
So, is that what you really want for your future?
To be just one more of these creatures?

Get money to study, study
So you can work, work….TO GET MONEY
Then spend, and spend
On vicious label addiction
Because your life now is so empty
And now, when you finally realize that….
You are already about to DIE!

It’s not too late to desintoxicate
This is your chance to escape
Or you can go back to the plastic bubble
But it would be just a waste of time,
Since the extinction of this bubble…Is about to arrive
You can face the real world and live on it now,
Or you will have to do it soon anyway
So why give up of yourself? You hate yourself that much?
Have you forgot your inner strength?
Limited resources, poverty, improvisation
This is the REALITY, and no one can no longer hide from it
So why not start today?
If you will have to start tomorrow, anyway?