Universo paralelo

Aquele momento em que nos deparamos com as pessoas dentro do lago e os patos na estrada. Nesse momento começamos a duvidar se não estaremos de facto num universo paralelo.

Is this the real life is this just fantasy ?

It's a long lonely jurney from death to birth.

Baby did you forget to take your meds?

Does the juice worth the squeeze ?

Tal como alguém me lembrou, essa é sempre a pergunta que deve ser feita. Já estava meio esquecido, though.

Flor

E uma vez por entre um jardim
Uma delicada e fina flor
Destacava-se pela sua estranheza,
Destacava-se pela sua beleza.
Porém a pequena flor, odiava-se.
Achava que para ela naquele jardim lugar não havia.
E quando se entristecia, chorava.
E por alguém que a colhe.se esperava,
Porque sabia que aquele não era o seu lugar.

I declare I don't care no more.

  Well, destiny is dead

              In the hands of bad luck

       Before it might have made some sense

             But now it's all fucked up

Part I - The Dead Of St. Jimmy
                                             
"My heart is beating in front of me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city of lust
What the hell's your name?
What's your pleasure and whats your pain?
Do you dream to much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?
In the crowd of pain. St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says “we're fucked up”
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame

Jimmy died today

He blew his brains out into the bay
In the state of mind it's my own private suicide"


[Part 2: East 12th St.]

Well nobody cares
Well nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
[x2]

Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th st.
He's not listening to a word now
He's in his own world
And he's daydreaming

He'd rather be doing something else now,
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly,
His life's on the line with anxiety now,
And she had enough,
And he had plenty

Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here

So far away
I don't want to stay
Get me out of here right now
I just wanna be free
Is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now
This life like dream ain't for me

[Part 3: Nobody likes you!]

I fell asleep while watching spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee
And you're still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
But I can't tell anyone
'Cause no one's here
Left me here alone
And I should have stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee I'm thinking
(where'd you go?)
Nobody likes you, everyone left you
(where'd you go?)
They're all out without you havin' fun
(where'd you go?)
Everyone left you, nobody likes you(where'd you go?)
They're all out without you havin' fun(where'd you go..go..go..go..)

Fuck You

Fuck you pain,
that's exploding my brains,
and corrupting my veins,
making me insane.
making so ill,
i just cannot think,
i cannot stand still,
without hearing a noise,
it's like a little bug,
inside my head,
it hurts so bad
it hurts so bad.
everything is spinning,
i cannot stand
in my on foot,
i cannot stand
another minute
i cannot stand.
Noise, you hear that noise ? What's that noise ? Where it comes from? Make it disappear, take it way from me, let me be, all alone, take it way, i'm not insane, i'm not insane. I'm just not normal,but no one is normal, what that even mean ? How can you define ? You cannot define, so you should just shut up, look to yourself, and don't judge me, just ignore my existence, cau'se i'm better off alone, i don't need you all. And don't need aproval, i don't need help, i don't attention, i just need myself. I wish i was never born, i wish i was never real, i wish everything was just a draw, from some artistic hands, that had an idea, of painting a weird reality, where all was beautiful, and all was right, there's no confusion, and there was plenty of time, to make mistakes, and live in harmony, with each others and the reality, in it self. But something came out tremendously wrong, the artistic hands, weren't good enough, so the beautiful painting, came out all in black, and everything was distorted, and corrupted, the idea inside, that artistic mind, when materialized just wasn't right.

I'm so happy, because today i found my friends, they're all dead.

I'm a lie,
you're a lie
We are a lie
Lying to each other.

Some other end
Some other reality
It's not ours
It's not meant for me.
'Cause all i can see are aches,
standing on the air,
the breeze, the wind,
blowing down the dreams,
blowing down my soul
while i'm on the ground
wishing to be burried
or to be forgotten
by the ones i love
(they don't love me)
for the ones i care
(they don't care about me)
with the things i wish i had before you went
away, a long ago, before it's late, for all the things to be alright,
there's not so much that i can do
there isn't much that i can say
to avoid the fucking hurricane
of shit that's coming,
inside my brain,
nothing makes sense, and i wish i cared,
but i couldn't care less,
and i wish you knew,
that i don't want,
i don't need,
and i will not trust,
ever again,
on anyone,
or anything,
that's stands in front,
of my personna,
on this everyday life
that's it's just a game,
at least for me,
we're all the same,
the same old shit,
the same old hate,
that never change,
only recreate,
new ways to hate,
and to abuse,
use and destroy.
resentful me,
that wanted to be,
another person,
another being,
another one, that's is so nice
and clean, and fucking joyful,
but all i am, is a hatreful bastard,
a son of chaos, that makes no sense,
'cause all i can be, and all i wanted
is already taken,
or belongs to someone,
better than me,
better than the best that i can be,
because the best of me,
is not good enough,
so i just stand still,
sitting in my sadness,
covered by my madness,
waiting to die,
waiting to feel,
some more pain,
while i hold here still,
still and quiet,
on my own personal silence.

Tudo merda

Essa é a questão, ok não é, só meti aqui a imagem pra fazer efeito. 

Mas o mundo tá todo lixado mesmo, e nós estamos todos lixados, e como tudo esta lixado pela maioria quem sofre somos todos. E este post não esta a fazer sentido. e eu vou parar por aqui. merda.