My mother was in my kitchen, hungry I went to her simply making myself a meal, yet with sadness in her voice she said
"I'm feeling hopeless" It was guitar the unexpected line to hear. And yet I knew what she meant. "I have to raise my prices even more, nobody want to pay more" Well everyone gotta raise their prices I thought. Not everyone, not them, not them rotten pieces of waste consumed by raw desire, abounded by logic and meaning, all they have to do is stiff themselves with another cake.
Them rotten leaders, for nobody is pure in their circle. Such brute animals with nothing but desire for more and ignorance of the lady I saw scavenging the trash. She wanted to be a musician a dancer, she lived quadruple my years, I can only imagine her sadness, turned into nothing but a trash scavenger. All them years of working for dreams, for family reduced to an animal, a human being with awareness with hope, turned into a nobody, a nobody which they fat pigs will never see, a nobody wich them cocksucking pieces of human waste shall never even hear the voice of. And I could do nothing but stare at such a disgusting view. I saw her, and the people of this city saw he too, nobody stopped to ask, nobody gave her nothing for they are just sluts for them pigs, disfigured souls disgusting mountains of greed. I cannot stand, I can only write and write, and I will rise and I will rise then people too.
Second revolution
How could we stand, and stand and see those with desire to rise as fools, as we sit in our own waste screaming insult to them geniuses. How could you insult one with desire to run and change? You, you people who won't rise with me, have you forgotten the desire to change? Did you have it in you at any point? How could they, for the pigs just trow their blindfolds and you pick them up. And I won't beg, I will reson with the masses. Become one, organize, combine and we shall see the true horrors.
And some of you will be shook, others terrified, some won't even look. I will look, and I will rise, and I will asssure you that once they see we go for the pig's head they will respond with madness, a lot will die, a lot will be forced to stop. "We are a force of nature that no matter what they trow or what shield they use, we will pass through harmed and angry and hurt and we will show, it is time that one great falls and the cycle of this repeated shit hole that is history comes to a halt. All that we need to do is rise and fall, and I can assure you this world will get the letter, if we have done enough. And from our bodies they will biuld this world anew.
First revolution
My mother was in my kitchen, hungry I went to her simply making myself a meal, yet with sadness in her voice she said
"I'm feeling hopeless" It was guitar the unexpected line to hear. And yet I knew what she meant. "I have to raise my prices even more, nobody want to pay more" Well everyone gotta raise their prices I thought. Not everyone, not them, not them rotten pieces of waste consumed by raw desire, abounded by logic and meaning, all they have to do is stiff themselves with another cake.
Them rotten leaders, for nobody is pure in their circle. Such brute animals with nothing but desire for more and ignorance of the lady I saw scavenging the trash. She wanted to be a musician a dancer, she lived quadruple my years, I can only imagine her sadness, turned into nothing but a trash scavenger. All them years of working for dreams, for family reduced to an animal, a human being with awareness with hope, turned into a nobody, a nobody which they fat pigs will never see, a nobody wich them cocksucking pieces of human waste shall never even hear the voice of. And I could do nothing but stare at such a disgusting view. I saw her, and the people of this city saw he too, nobody stopped to ask, nobody gave her nothing for they are just sluts for them pigs, disfigured souls disgusting mountains of greed. I cannot stand, I can only write and write, and I will rise and I will rise then people too.
Second revolution
How could we stand, and stand and see those with desire to rise as fools, as we sit in our own waste screaming insult to them geniuses. How could you insult one with desire to run and change? You, you people who won't rise with me, have you forgotten the desire to change? Did you have it in you at any point? How could they, for the pigs just trow their blindfolds and you pick them up. And I won't beg, I will reson with the masses. Become one, organize, combine and we shall see the true horrors.
And some of you will be shook, others terrified, some won't even look. I will look, and I will rise, and I will asssure you that once they see we go for the pig's head they will respond with madness, a lot will die, a lot will be forced to stop. "We are a force of nature that no matter what they trow or what shield they use, we will pass through harmed and angry and hurt and we will show, it is time that one great falls and the cycle of this repeated shit hole that is history comes to a halt. All that we need to do is rise and fall, and I can assure you this world will get the letter, if we have done enough. And from our bodies they will biuld this world anew.