Classic DF – 3/7/04

March 07, 2004: [•] More lyrics and more hatred… the time draws near… the vision is all that more clear. The product is in production.

“27 to life”

It’s so hard being different
in a world indifferent to pain.
It’s so hard being unique
when it’s only you who isn’t the same.
The confusion sets in as I misunderstand
or misread the voice once again.
I’m not saying I’m perfect.
I have scars and flaws like you.
Your choices are blurry.
My opinion should not matter beyond me; not you too.
I’m tired of living by the masses rules.
I’m tired of being sorry for how I feel.
So fuck your oversexed over-drugged Earth.
Fuck their mass produced lies with which we’re cursed.
Look around you and tell me this is a paradise.
This shit-hole prison.
This sad excuse we dare call life.

I’m not giving up on humanity.
I’m just tired of this society.
Tired of its hypocrisy.
So when I denounce it all the way.
When I blow up on this beautiful day.
Don’t be surprised.
You always knew I’d be the next headline.

Failure to comprehend why we must fuck everything.
Failure to communicate with those little things.
Driving myself away from all that is here.
Pushing the limit of sanity until it stings.
I’m just the messenger so don’t shoot me.
I’m just the next nut job screaming
about all this stupidity.
About the end being nearer than you’ll ever see.
This breaking point in the tide
and this changing direction of winds.
Soon you will see the truth too
and the end will begin.
I see burning water.
I see choking air.
I see the planet crumble.
I wish you were there.
I’m not saying a comet will fall on us.
There won’t be a judgment passed for sin.
No walking dead or demons in the sky.
No blister or lesions on your skin.
However when you wake up
and see what you’ve become.
When you realize you hate yourself
and want to die then I will have won.

I’m not giving up on humanity.
I’m just tired of this society.
Tired of its hypocrisy.
So when I denounce it all the way.
When I blow up on this beautiful day.
Don’t be surprised.
You always knew I’d be the next headline.

I am changing into everything you hate.
I am becoming all that is rejected once again.
I’m done hiding all that I feel.
I’m done lying and will no longer pretend.
This is the truth.
Think for yourself.
This is the root of of birth.
When you choose something else.
When you hate social cancer.
When you dare question the norm.
The difference between death and living
is choosing to never be born.
Just right the first time.
Just right feeling this hate.
For love is forgiving
and I cannot make it isolate
all these feelings.
All for the love and hope.
If you choose their world
you deserve to hang on that rope.
Thirty silver none the richer.
Did you not drop the sword.
Three times you denied it.
Are you slave or are you a lord?

I’m not giving up on humanity.
I’m just tired of this society.
Tired of its hypocrisy.
So when I denounce it all the way.
When I blow up on this beautiful day.
Don’t be surprised.
You always knew I’d be the next headline.

No chance to turn back.
Your choice is this
The way is blocked.
No forgiveness.
Why do we live this?
Why do we live this?
Why don’t we choose a real exit?
Make it to a real end.
Why do we cycle?
You’re all the same
in your being different.
And it is I that am the one left alone.
So just walk the fuck away
and forget you ever heard a thing.
Then you have your perfect world.
You’ll not have to deal with me.
You want need to hear this.
You won’t need to be…
alive and free

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Classic DF – 1/16/04

January 16, 2004: [•] I’m going to say what I’ve wanted to say for over a year. Right now I’m invulnerable in my head:

So far away from here
the piece of mind I yearn for.
So blown away from fear
the world I run from.
And you I know I crave
like the drug I affix to the beat of the drum.
Here away from hate
where one cannot run.

It’s so blown away
like nitrogen suffocating.
I’m so torn by fame
and the world I’m hating.

So fix yourself on dapper putrid fame
like Nicki could run from.
But hate is full of pain
defecate the one son.
Hate the final plea
guilty like you and me.
Fixation on oxygen high
like global warming in the sky.
Martyr this is but one pledge.
Death is but the offer I rebate too.
And here comes that embrace
the one I fear to ask you for.

It’s so blown away
I’m so torn by fame
and the world I’m hating…
suffocating in nitrogen to oxygen
so here to die.

One world away from you.
What you sent and said.
Offering global announcement policy
on freedom offers.
Like flight 128 I grow weary
from the sad deliverance within/
So choke in from here
and await my new salvation.

Suffocating
suffocating
suffocating
awaiting the last breath|
when nitrogen become the oxygen

Suffocating in her for you to me
blown away by the fear
invincible in the offer.

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