quinta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2011

whereabout of conscience

You can't move the wind. It's inevitable that you'll try but it's just impossible. It's just like trying to catch water with your open hands.
Forget about your big chances most of then weren't even big. I mean what really matters for you ?
Are you getting your chance ?
Is this really your big shot?
Who you really are ?
Can you securely answer those questions ?
Are you afraid of the future ? Or are you a dreamer ?
Can't you feel like controlling your destiny ?

You should be shamed of yourself.
Scum. That's what you are. Scum! Deeply inconstant terrible SCUM.
crawling around the wormholes of your consciouness just to grab the remains of conquers.
You are feeding of the rests and yet you feel on top. What's wrong with you ?
Can't you figure out you are a loser !?
Someone's pulling your strings and you becomes a dancer
AND YOU SMILE AT IT !?

I am screaming to you your whole life makes no sense and all you do is laugh at me ?
Can you realize how repugnant it is for me to see you ?
I mean ignorance stinks and i can smell you miles away

I ain't gonna tell you to open your mind. As I said before, you can't change the wind. I'll just run in the same direction.

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