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Die Idealist,Die!
09:41
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I wish I left the land untouched,
Unapparent footsteps in the snow.
But I know anywhere we go,
We leave pestilence in our wake.
I wish my voice did not get lost
In some illusory dialogue.
I wish that every shout I give,
Rippled like comets in the sea
I feel weak standing alone against you all,
I’m dying to find, a friend of my mind.
I’m growing hopeless to find a friend of my mind.
Why won’t you die?
I’m so tired of you crawling by my side.
So keep on feasting motherfuckers,
But be careful to not choke with,
All the things you take for granted.
But who am I to cast my stones thus?
After all I’m just,
Another pig in the pigsty,
Another thief in the nest.
Only I have traded,
My complacency for uncertainty.
If there’s nothing left to hope then I’ll accept to die,
I can’t pray for things not to get worse all my life,
It’s time to resign.
Now I can see why you need my sacrifice.
It’s up to you then to slay me for good.
It’s up to you to feel happy, like you should.
So there will be no more, so there will be no more,
Revolutions fought inside your head.
So here, I shall kneel.
Here I shall wait for your steel,
To run me through.
Now steady your shaking hands.
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It seems I’m doomed to be denied,
Vices with which I should be blessed,
How come what’s breeding in my mind,
Feels to filthy to confess ?
Cold loveless sex,
Even a dog would not engage itself in.
To you it makes no sense,
But I can fucking tell you, God damn there’re some days…
When lusty dogs consider castration.
There’s nothing I can do,
Each time I think of you,
It’s always in a such,
Unromantic manner.
You don’t ask for no dance,
Don’t care to tear your dress.
You don’t pretend to be,
Some fucking princess.
And I got no time,
To waste with your idle games,
To watch you playing hard to get with false reserve.
Why don’t you want to skip the boring part,
When you know how it’s gonna end up from the start.
So I try to live my life,
Keeping all my perversions inside,
But no matter how deep I try to seal them away,
They keep coming back.
At times lust is such that I think,
I could rape the whole jet set.
But it always ends up the same way,
With me losing self-respect.
Dear loneliness,
Now I could kiss my fucking razor just to feel,
Warmth on my lips,
And replace your cold embrace,
Yeah I tell you there’re some days…
When lusty dogs consider castration.
There’s nothing I can do,
Each time I think of you,
It’s always in a such,
Unromantic manner.
You don’t ask for no dance,
Don’t care to tear your dress.
You don’t pretend to be,
Some fucking princess.
And I got no time,
To learn how to sit up and beg,
For some delight you might finally never give.
Why don’t you want to skip the boring part,
When you know how it’s gonna end up from the start.
So I try to live my life,
Keeping all my perversions inside,
But no matter how deep I try to seal them away,
They keep coming back.
Different minds in different bodies,
Yet both we ache for completeness.
Sex with moral breeds denial,
I’ve never chosen ascetism.
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I thought I could get over,
Things of the past,
Sick thoughts and memories,
My mind distils.
But as I grow older,
Hate still remains,
For friends and enemies,
Who taught me distrust,
I don’t need apologies,
I guess I will never see,
Them pay for this.
And they thought: « this kid seems nice let’s bring him down ! »
Sometimes I get somber,
I can’t really tell why,
It must be ancient fears,
Still lurking inside.
I’ve become no stronger,
The lessons I’ve learnt,
They were just too costly,
For my self-esteem.
Now I have to rebuild,
Walls of Serenity,
To enmure my pride.
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Max&theSkarelingers Leeds, UK
Max&theSkraelingers (now Kildavibe*) was the story of a man struggling with suburban ennui, jamming alone in his room while dreaming of a vibrant local alternative scene. What Max did was recollect fragments of his life and try to polish them into something more epic than modern western middle class existence permits it. ... more
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