Everything Popular Is BadOur world used to revolve around just fine,Our world once had the quietest skies.Until technology begins to roar,Producing a disease that we don't care for.What they create is controlled by greed,Giving them all the revenues they need.Money seems more important than themselves,And we have to survive through this hell.Everything popular is bad.Our world's people feel the infection,Where they think it is all perfection.They're merely flies worshipping the dung,And speak with the poison out from their lungs.Everything popular is bad.Everything popular is bad.Now our world descends to insanity,Now they are all detached from reality.Because of this form of sheer corruption,Leading to the cruelest modern destruction.Don't tell me of movies on the big screen,Don't tell me of latest trends that you have seen.Don't tell me anything that makes you feel glad,Because, everything popular is bad.I won't submit to what you adore,I'd rather lie sprawled out on the cold floor.I
CynicThis life, is completely worthless.This life, so fake and purposeless.To hell with it.This life, it wasn't made for me.This life, rejects and abandons me,How sad.This world, it doesn't really need me,This world, always points and laughs at me,How cruel.Is there, a way to change this for good?Is there, any hope to improve when it should?I don't think so.I'll shout, for a way to change this for good.I'll cry, for a sign of hope to come when it should.Oh, to hell with it.This life, is why I have no friends,This life, I'll be like this 'til the end.How sad.These hands, what can they be used for?This mind, I just can't cope anymore.I feel bad.My life, was like this since day one.And I, don't know what must be done.How cruel.My life, is it really worth it?My life, I'm really sick of all this shit.And I am a right fool.
The AuthorI'll write a story,Of anything you desire.I'll write anything,And no, I am not a liar.I'll write a story,That can be a little song.Romance or horror,Or my life eight pages long.With this magic pen,What can I write for today?From my bizarre dreams,Or how I feel when hate stayed.Spend a few moments,To think and write what is best.May spend forever,Until I need a damn rest.To make this awesome,I need imagery and thoughts.At times I'll succeed,At times the mind already rots.Syllable structures,A title, logic and rhymes.Etched on the paper,Just to kill large amounts of time.My magnus opus,Or at least I think it is.I like what I do,And I should be proud of this.Share it with the world,For millions to sit and gaze.Between words and lines,I expect them to be amazed.For I am the,greatest writer.
MonitorsYou see me dancing,Or just sitting.You see me jumping,Or just resting.I dance~~~Only for you.I dance~~Only for you.See me shimmering,Or convulsing.See me flickering,So revolting.I dance~~~To stab out your eyes.I dance~~~To fuck with your mind.I am over here,To scream down your ear.I am over there,Whipping my hair.I dance~~Like I am high.I dance~~Because I'm high.Mystify, confuse,Shake up your brain.Hypnotise, seduce,Drive you insane.I dance~~~To stab out your eyes.I dance~~~To fuck with your mind.One million screens,Buzzing with pain~~~An infected network,All hope is slain~~~Bitches on the screen,The sounds of torture~~~An infected network,Descends into sheer horror~~~In each monitor,There's no escape.In every screen,We all begin to suffer.
Mental InjectionMental injections,To make you adapt to this life.Make a reaction,Make a loud scream or start to cry.An experiment,My psychological implants.Important treatments,To help you breathe and understand.Tell me, what do you see?Do you see yourself alive or dead?Tell me, what can you feel,While you lay there tucked in this bed.Do you see pictures,Of the past, future or delusion?The pain grows quicker,You're now lost in your own confusion.It feels like you're drowning deep underwater.It feels like you've been shot in the head.But this is better than death.Another image,While immobile but feeling tense.What you envisaged,Doesn't really make any sense.You think of a war,Constructed from imagination.You think of much more,Until they're sending down sharp vibrations.Tell me, is there a way,To protect yourself from this hell?Tell me, whatever you say,While your heart and lungs begin to swell.Can you see pictures,Of an end, a victory or not?The pain grows thicker,As
What IfWhat if every star from the sky falls down?What if all beauty fades like its winter?What if the whole world is to burn right now?What if we are all to die within the cinders?What if the blue sky suddenly tears down?What if all the rivers freeze and then run dry?What if all life on Earth cease to exist right now?What if I told you that we're all destined to die?What if it is all true (if it's true)?What if an end is near (the end is near)?There's nothing we can do about it.So just pray.So just pray.What if the sun gets swallowed by darkness?What if all buildings were to wither and fall?What if there is no way out from all of this?What if we're all to die, and nothing left at all?What if all happiness is gone from our towns?What if all our futures grow blind to our eyes?What if all animals and our friends lose their lives right now?And what if I told you that we're all destined to die?What if it is all true (if it's true)?What if an end is near (the end is near)?Th
My UncertaintyMy uncertainty,Leaves me stranded,Within the fogOf this barren land.I carelessly,Find my own way,Through the cold mistUntil hope goes astray.My uncertainty,Of what I need,Of what I wantCauses the mind to bleed.I forcibly,Push any door,With these cold handsUntil I collapse onto the floor.Do I have to,Do I want to,Do I need to,Be this way at all?My uncertainty,Weighs me right down,Head filled with picturesThat only make me frown.My destiny,From what I lived,And my futureDissolves through mental sieves.Do I have to,Do I want to,Do I need to,Be this way at all?(x2)Think perfectly,Of what I need,Of what I wantIf I want to succeed.A clarity,Of what's ahead,Through heaven's gateUntil there's no tears to shed.