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Under my skin, With in my skull
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Imagine a library there everyone who felt to could be a librarian. And all of them
brought their favorite books. But no one organized the books, it was total anarchy...
Imagine a movie got so popular that, ten thousand humans stod outside the theater waiting...
Imagine everyone got their own TV channel, free to transmit what ever they felt to.
oh my, so much shit there would be...
But I guess, though... It would be funny, somehow so fucking funny...
To search for that book, someone sad was so good.
To stand in that ten thousand humans line.
To have your own talk show.
Imagine...
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February 1997
We live in an illusion,
eating their lies every meal.
Filled up till you choke.
Better eat then starve.
I Rather stay hungry.
Then being feed by their...
Smiling faces!
Trying to spit them in the face,
but they are blowing it back.
Turning us to our own enemies,
better live in peace with your self...
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March 1997
What will they be remembered for?
Or will they be remembered at all?
Do you remembered them?
or should I say the hype?
In the early nineties there was a wave,
drowning the world in music.
It was called grunge...
But those hyped band,
wasn't media horny suckers.
So they just lived on there lives,
and the hype just disappeared as quickly as it came...
January 1997 |
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April 1997
What I'm is what I'm
You know my name...
What I'm is what I'm
Please take my hand...
Do you feel the same?
Hey! That's not a shame...
Cause
What we are is what we are.....
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Summer 1997
This is the day, the shopping day
Worked hard so many days
Got paid yesterday, for your hard work
Cause this is the day, the shopping day
The sacred day, the cursed day
The happy day, the day of tears
You burn it all, your blood sweat money
Then back to work, for another month
You dream away, to the shopping day
You live just one day, the shopping day
The excitement off this day gives you a fucking orgasm
The shopping day...
The shopping day...
The shopping day...
The shopping day.....
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September 1997
Fuck him,
Fuck them,
Fuck her...
Fuck this,
Fuck that,
Fuck what?
Fuck God,
Fuck Satan,
Fuck all the others...
Fuck you,
Fuck me,
Fuck everything...
That comes in between...
Tow against... 
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October 1997
A man can't be raped, they say!
But she abused my fucking soul, that day...
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November 1997
Once together, Now divine
The Silence, Broke by violence
Her words, Against his FIST
She Say With blood on her lips
She says, She says
Should have left you long ago...
From the outside, Shines glory
Hidden within, Lies fear
Empty bottles, Loaded with rage
She says with a shivering voice
She says, She says
Should have left you long ago...
He sad I'm sorry, didn't mean to... harm
She forgave him, thought he would... Change
Pressure within, Grows strong
Flows out, Explodes
Blows his, Brain away
She says, With him allovertheplace
She says, She says
Should have done this long ago...
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December 1997
Right here I'm down on my knees
Right here I'll kiss the ground you walk
Right here I'll take a bullet meant for you
Right here here I'm your vacant shoulder
Let me save you
I'm a liberator
Right here I'm playing your theme
Right here I'll donate you my organs
Right here I'll raise your seed
Right here I'm your wind torn punch bag
Let me save you
I'm a liberator
Let me save you
I'm a sick fuck
Let me save you
Let me save you from me...
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