When will I
Get over myself?

Is for the worthy
Of such a thing!

Hell as well.
And different roles can be played
On the stage of a show
With little harm done.

When you are happy,
How is it that I'm sad?
How is it that I 'm tired
Of this business combined?
How is it that
I go for the magical world
When you are happy...
Why am I sad?
A cloud' s a cloud,
The rain's the rain
And it May feed and wash away
The waste that's filth
Only the depths of grounds
Know how to handle.
Only the worms that know how to devour

Bother!
Why did you give me birth?
Why did you sent me to school...

Why the **** did you dare do anything
For yourself, for me or the world...
Why the **** did you?!

Good luck with all those worlds of yours,
Perfect little worlds in which one can't change anything,
Your lives were perfect.
Your lives were perfect!
Oh, you poor things!
Your lives perfect:
May you have your great miracles.

I'm sorry that you had to Save me!
This is just something that you do,
Out of your duty and good heart,
One though must be deserving.
I'm sorry you had to take the trouble to Save me...
This life you wouldn't appreciate, I assure you.

Today I walked out the window
Looking for an excuse to bring a New gift
To your soul in need...
Running for it like a lunatic,
Dancing my way through the crowd
Of Souls gathered around
Something beautiful...
Stopped for a sec and awed,
Gave a dime,
Stretched my arm for a sign
Of recognition:
Respect.
Love...
Regret.
:Left I Out
Of question
My real purpose for that day?
With a shimmering star lit by the power of will
I woke up, took the path chosen.

In an hour or so I came back,
Forgot to use the rainbow window,
Entered the place through the door:
Caught my husband in bed with a bowl full of somenthing
Looking like cereals
Soup
Eating quietly, a pair of chopsticks
Implanted in a noodles bed
With a spread of chocolate chips
Cinnamon whiffs enchanting
The air I was grasping...
Sheer delight.

Oh, but I couldn't see,
I Couldn't see the loser you made of me!
I couldn't feel, I didn't know the worst you can make of me!
Oh, but I didn't fight, no I didn't learn,
And for what?
To have a laugh in my face or behind my back...

Oh, I couldn't see what was going on,
I Couldn't realise the tool you made of me
For what?
I Have no clue, no, no...
It wasn't too embarrassing nor cruel.

Oh! I couldn't see, nor hear, nor feel.
I couldn't,...
Can't
...
No more.

Forced...            
                     To Stay...
                                          To Leave...

As long as there's the force
There's nothing much to do.

Forced...
                  To Remain...
                                         To Fight...

There's nothing much to do
As long as there's the force.

                 ... all right...

You regret being born
                                                which means
                               I
                                                with regrets
Made a great mistake.

Away from the ugly truth,
Away from pain of real and suffering of hard...

I won and you're happy!
Oh, the wonderful world we live in.

Shuffling like an idiot
Watching saloon after saloon,
Tired of this tragedy of feelings finding a bed.
How to help, how to help someone who lived
Get back on their feet and leave,
Leave for the world, for the stars...
For the sake of this Universe...
For all our lies that mean our truth,
The truth now.

I promised I will be somebody
And I did so.
Was it all a dream or a lie well told to myself
Before all this happened... I kept lying to myself:
It's going to be fine.
Things are going to get better...
Somehow.

I walk into the lift
Looking at a patient, smiling cells pouring out faith...
Yeah, he's going to be fine.
I smile.

I then follow the path to the store,
We've built our little Mall in here,
Our world feels better now...
These monstruos businesses found place in our hearts,
Our patients feeling better,
Getting prettier every day,
Even our corpses are promised a nice last show.

One more show, one more show,
Please, I'd like one more...
It feels good to be alive... now.

I dream, and in my dream during my night revival
I find hope but then the Phone rings
And I Have to go back home;
There where I'm needed.

I walk alone, to the car,
The streets run the other way
And I keep hoping, keep hoping he's okay...
"What's the blood pressure, again?"

I run through the door when we arrive...
We Check and Scream at each other our knowledge
In sentences well taught in school.

We think we saved a life but then he wakes,
He wakes up, takes down the mask and the tubes...

Next stop of mine:
The morgue

Daughter of the Universe,
           Loved                Loved
                         Hated

And I thought all that was good...

... Talking *******,
Saying nothing,
Speaking nonsense...
Or is it something else that makes things happen,
Helps people live or die...
Makes us forget or remember...
Gives us the tone for a new life

?

That I wouldn't waste my time
wishing you were in my shoes.

So unique these days!

... Expect to trust me
When you got deceived and fried and hurt so many times?

What Would the world be
                                          Without matter.

To be hated...
                  


          When nobody hates you
There must be a problem
          There, where you're trying
To survive
          As you see this as important
For your duty
          And life with no meaning
Is a worthless life.

You..
          You...
                      You....
You may be so disrespectful!
You've earned your right to be so,
Somehow...
Nobody knows, nobody ever tried to learn...
How... And why.

You...
           You....
                       You......
                                       You.......

Maybe you'll learn...
                                     about a world shattered
For your world....
                            Maybe you need this....

                 Or maybe you don't.

To have for somebody
Is to do whatever they want
Shut your mouth
Speak when you're asked
Then be accused and ****** up
For what you said or didn't say...
Well I said and did everything.

And I thought
But you thought first
Then I realised I thought best
In another life
Where I could find myself after some quest...

You didn't!
No, you didn't.
You didn't make me feel embarrassed
With 'my poor choices,
My little strength,
My little pesky sorrows,
Petty I am.
You didn't!

No, you didn't make me feel superior when I was only something I won't name:
It is prohibited by my good common sense.
No, no, no.
You didn't.

You didn't make me feel embarrassed with getting born...
The story's too long.
Let's cut... You know...

No, no, no
You didn' t make me feel upset with myself
And the whole world.
Oh, no, no,
You didn't.
You didn't.

You didn't make me feel less than you need to be,
No, you didn't.
Creators of something you must be...
Out of nothing the anger of the paradise you always lose
Because your pride was greater.

~ Too bad, the truth is, pride always wins... No matter? No matter... no more matter and We're done forever with this! ~

No, no, no.
I felt no embarrassment with your empowerment of others....
"Ta do ****! "
Please, look for the worthy,
I have nothing good for you.
"Oh, now you do remember me!"
Nothing but the impression of greatness to you.

No. You didn't make me feel all to embarrassed compared to your chosen,
Chosen beloved, your wealthy doing great...
Only the very poor curse, the very poor for not being the elite.

Only the very poor can make of the poor even poorer…
Help the cause of the devil...
Only the poor can make of a king a poor thing.

Teachers of today teaching others to stay poor, be poor and awful.
Teachers teaching us lessons, great lessons...
On how to be lousier.
Teachers...
Teaching us a lesson, putting one there where they belong...

You didn't!
No, you didn't.
You didn't make me feel embarrassed
With my poor choices,
My little strength,
My little pesky sorrows,
Petty I am.

Even my choices to get out of the gutter and be okay was too poor.
Even my aspiration to real good,
Real beauty real love,
All petty and sorrowful,
Damnable a thing,
Something for you to ****...

It will ****... Don't you worry.
My choices to fight: all too wrong for you.
My kindness, not mine.
My sorrow, not mine.
My everything not mine...
Nothing.... Mine, mine...
All of my choices so wrong...
So wrong that they were all right for you.

My aspiration to the good I want, I know I can be...
All Petty.
Oh, my poor choices, my poor wishes
Were too heavy for you
But it's alright...
You'll manage my *** goodbye.

It wasn't too much for me too,
I didn't feel all too embarrassed,
This world is too good to be true;
The **** am I doing here?
"Exactly. ******* poor choice!"

No you didn't make me feel okay! Their choice was losing me,
Making of me just another piece of a product I won't name.
I need my good common sense to be the Blame.

Oh, the honour!
I should feel great.
No, you didn't make me feel embarrassed with your choices for me...
You didn't!

No, you didn't make me feel superior when I was only something I won't name:
It is prohibited by my good common sense.
No, no, no.
You didn't.
You chose to lose me,
I chose to fight
Feeling embarrassed that you had the strength to **** me,
Still for the best...
You didn' t,
No, no, no.

Food for the brain,
Light for the heart to take,
Waste for the rest of it to help down.

I'm too stupid for your orders to ****,
'******* with your brother, your uncle, your dad...
Or I'll ******* with all that. "
No, thanks, so very romantic of you,
Yuch!
Could you be more of an Infection to this world?
Wonderful your Princess of ****.

Somehow people see her as a lady
Oh, well she did something well with her life.
And now she is superior, I suppose
She can send me to the **** she wants,
Your Princess of a ****!
"******* with your past and family" and all that.
Oh, no! I am going to be impressed with all that.
'cause I always saw her as the very smart
To follow
Oh, no! God rescue us all!
I don' t want to take orders from your Princess of a ****.

Now:
           To where my soul finds peace,
Finds Joy and laughter,
           Riches of the unspoken but heard of.

Right now:
                      To where my soul can be,
Can touch, can live
                      A little dream of incomplete tragedy...

Now:
          My soul there where it can find what it seeks,
What it needs for complete resolution.

Ruined for having good healthy dreams,
Stupid but wonderful wishes,
How to improve? On your degrees?
On your great being?
On your Achievements goals and Fame?

Keep dreaming.

Ruined for having some goals,
Taken on great height to see the world,
Posibilities and lovely homes,
Put down to see just where one can help...
One can help if one can help.

Ruined for having a mind and a soul,
I guess for you it should be only the material
But when it is that,
Oh, when it is that all the **** starts to fight,
Pray and fight and ask for some light
To Fry out all the stench and make it out
As the powder that came out of a star.

Mock me?
What made you suffer like that?
What made you ruin a life?
What made you **** my flight?

What made you mock me?
Pride?A sense of Justice!
C'est la vie: "I The one who wasn't better won!"
It's love, dear.
Love you would not understand.
Because, if it's love it isn't...

How much we can suffer for our souls!
It's a soul take, soul give...
Maybe God can bless...
And maybe what we do is what will matter in the end.

How could I not love this envy of mine!
It's killing me inside, every day
A wonderful gift from heavens
Amazing.

How could I not love
All this killing
making of me something amazing!
How could I not?
Acceptance was the best idea one could have had!

Oh! How could I not accept this wonderful gift ?
It's life.

There is so much poison running in your veins,
If only you knew, how much poison,
You'd be amased, amased you would be,
You, poison.

And there's so much of a cell
Walking, tall or small, running for your love!
Running for all your love,
Your heart and soul,
Running.

Save the world,
You poison,
You Angel,
You soul.
Promise of a new world,
Promise of a new world awaits.

Clean imperfection,
Clean and show and clean,
Like the roses in a ***
Of Champagne for a corpse,
Like the roses petals
Told "You will survive"
Well, in my heart and soul,
May you find another excuse to lose a good soul,
May find another way to lose control,
May you save the world that's to save.

May you know love that's forgiving,
May you never touch me with the soul
Losing my faith.
May I never be wrong.

I thought of killing you but then
I got distracted,
My missile redirected,
The bomb you've mistaken for my treasure chest
Going K-Boom on screens too many times,
Skeletons spread all around,
Past time broken,
Heart-felt joke.
I got distracted
And couldn't put an end to the whole world.

The beauty of love (illegal or not) lies in the pages if history.

If it hurts then it must be live
And all your sheep and cattle should feel honoured
For being slaughtered, to us the proof of
Great love.

It seems to me that they have to do their something,
Like they always do,
Oh! Human businesses of ours...
Do, do, do... Lovely your do.
Say a prayer, whom ever might get helped in their times of need... Yohoohoo!
She can go to Hell and stay like that forever
Because there will always be a reason
To send someone to the greatest pleasures ever... My pleasure!

Aren't you a man of your Word?
So was she, you both promised and delivered.

****
Product for you to keep.

Of what you feel
A merit of your soul
Your mate your own
Chosen gift.

There's something about you,
Something of divine origin
Giving you the right to say filth of others!

There must be something of divine origin
About you, about you one would hear,
Know you can make of the noble filth,
Only filth covering them, still they're gold,
Gold to remain what they were, always.

There's still something about you.
Some made ruby rings out of you,
others went for diamonds
and diamond creators make spring come back again
Into your heart falling for stones
Rocks to dazzle and blind eyes and hearts of the jealous!

Don't mess with my rocks shining! They tend to blind you.
Watch instead the dozen roses murdered on your bed,
Think of the only precious nature that gave you your life back
In those times of sound crush, crashing against your enemy-friend
Educated perfectly well: He called for the ambulance.
ambulance saved your life. He brought you red roses.
You thanked with a faint smile. He lied that they were pale against your ruby lips.
You asked then for a diamond ring.

He brought you a ruby one claiming that you already had two diamonds instead of eyes.
A pretext offering a later escape from the duty to bring you new flowers.
You know, your skin ... the touch of a fresh flower petal... only yours was going to become immortal
'Cause you're a saint... and that's why... that's why he left....
He couldn't take it anymore
He needed some other kind of a best friend...
Someone with the ruby red lips real instead of his good lie told back then
When he thought he'd love you the same for more than an eternity.

Helping them become
A disease to the Society...

Old, Old, Old
Spread of diversity.

Some disease are good, some are bad...

Spread of diversity:
Old, Old, Old.

A disease to the Society
We are helping them be.

Poor Margaret
She used to be such a pretty flower on a field
Proudly dancing in the wind
Her petals fresh, her looks so fine,
Bright and smart looking, flower divine...
But I needed some answers.

All petals gone, her riches lie
In the memory of a fly
That passed and watched and learned and loved,
The warm honey looking loving core.

I'm sorry, girl,
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off,
Leaving the gold core showing mercy of love.

Her heart wasn't cruel like mine!
Poor Margaret, flower divine,
How could I, how could I?
'Wanted some love, a new vibe
In this life of mine

No
sorry, girl!
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off...

You hurt me deeply, I confess
Uh, Uh! My mistake! 'Twas my mistake!
In this world not finding a place
Uh! Uh! My bad ugly mistake!

You attacked I countered you
And put you down, almost killed you,
Uh! Uh! My bad, bad ugly mistake!
Please! Pardon me!
(but only if you can)

Now I' m a raven, I'm a crow, I'm the unwanted in your home!
Uh! Uh! My bad, finally true!
Please, pardon me!
I won't ***** you! I'm much better than you!

You Hurt me really bad
Out of confusion, out of your sad sad days...
Oh, oh! My bad!
Have all your days happy or sad,
I'm out of this!

Come, let's get out and find
Our garden of hopes,
Two lost souls in a maze of dreams,
Dopes
Looking for those party ropes
To pull the devils out of our kind.

The apology got hurt, somehow
It may be the miracle of a life
Put through too many lies
As one must know...
Tests of life can make one stronger.
If you meant something good in the past
Now you can't mean the same anymore.
Down with the one gifted,
Down with the light,
Down with all love
Do you remember?

Yes. You may. You may waste your time.
You may waste your entire time with your apologies.
You may waste your whole life with your apologies
And I may never be you, I may be myself,
The one you will always hate
Because you don't know but this better.

Yes you may. You may waste all your times
With your filthy, stupid apologies,
You may waste your lives with your filthy apologies
I don't care, I never will,
Those feelings are long dead and burried
Feeding creatures I refuse to know.

Yes. You may waste all your times with all your stupid or smart apologies.
Everything you say or do for me
Sounds like those stupid apologies!
You live them all through.

I painted a line
And a bucket full of paint
And people said it was great.

I sold the painting
For some real money
Got myself enough for more

Bought another canvas
Painted it in stripes
They didn't sell as well

The next canvas I forgot
Hanged  In a gallery
No paint only a rope hanging

Got really famous for that
And life began meaning something.

That life was unfair
Was wrong.
Life was all fair
Unfairnot

Then I can't expect respect from anybody.

Lovely
                        These
                                                      Traps.

It. Is Good to know how much I will despise myself.

We're fighting for a place in your hearts.
What can one expect a virus?
Not to make you laugh?
Not to make you cry?
Hah!
We're viruses.
We're fighting for a place in your beloved hearts.