Internal war scenarios like Yugoslavia gave rise to my
depth psychological, enslaving mental paraphrases. Transmitted or
projected with superlight, faces of myself, the self
reflected in flanks. Concrete buildings are emblazoned, symbolizing thoughts, captured in cages for people. My love has been reduced, consumed, consumed, erased by those whose selfishness rules. But
Whatever, get the girl out of my head because I know she's already fucking some other guys. Give me clarity, I want the truth, want to know if you're really there for me, if you're all real. Does life really mean surviving? Or give up the spoon?
Constant pursuit of streaks of happiness? Maybe everything is just experience, as a path to revelation, a predetermined journey, that's why I ask: Why do I complain? Everything is questionable. There were no answers. From September 6th
'78 - until I lie in the grave.
You are blinded, Babylon must not stand.
Where is the end? For what is our life if the soul is missing?
Empty promises with words that break the spirit, intertwine lies in
Lyrics: Verbal crimes. Free from prosecution by the state and order,
The supply of raw materials is more explosive than the murder of children!? Mental care
is secondary, the main thing is that money multiplies daily, insatiably.
People are incorrigible, it's better not to think, brains switch off in the
>drugged endless idle. Purchase satisfaction, luxury shit is ready,
kidnapping humanity into insignificance. Too wide to walk, too blind to see, TV scene replace talking and understanding yourself. Problems
ticked off
and never asked about again, 4 day strike - but canceled on the 5th day.
No roof and no work, they just talk about it. Breadless and death,
Existence desolate.
You are blinded, Babylon must not stand.
Where is the end? Because what is our life if the soul is missing?
I imagine what life would be like: perfect atmosphere, no guns,
polluted oceans. Mother Earth in harmony with our lifestyle, first goal: a free domicile for everyone. I would have
hemp in the garden, whole truckloads, women of all races and species for
preservation of the species. Free development, state without administration, and all will
speak in the languages u200bu200bof the righteous. But I will never experience the carefree life, I search in vain for confirmation of the dream I just had. But
I see weapons and envy, greed and vanity, isolation and the child crying out in suffering. A man who weeps shows humanity its
falseness, proves that neither time nor currency heals its wounds.
Indifference appears with omnipotence - powerful If I were God, I created nothing but justice. You are blinded. Babylon must not stand.
Where is the end? Because what is our life if the soul is missing?