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Dec 2018 · 166
Stone cold psycho's
Adriaan Dec 2018
His eyes opened up when he saw those words
Knowledge is a weapon,
So deadly it has taked the place of the swords
Listen to these WORDS,
They are all about deception and control
Black suited men and their magick
The way they talk is a big old trick
To rob steal and when a brilliant mind try to fix this
Three bullets in his chest no witness
Thats how they take care of they're business
I know that this is a sad story
But one must know his ennemy
If he hopes to one day
Defeat his foes and be the first of many
To set his great mind free
Dec 2018 · 195
Craziness
Adriaan Dec 2018
He is tired and weak
wearied of being weak
smilling ironically
Because he knows he his creating his own insanity
He is trapped in a cage
Anxious and enraged
Screaming ferociously
Because he hates this world , its innate complexity
He is sad and in tears
Relieved that he can feel
Both proud and ashamed
Because he still his lost in the storm of his toughts
Dec 2018 · 450
Trippy sensation
Adriaan Dec 2018
As smoke clears the air
I see a new dimension of probabilities
i feel like a baby who's just learning to speak
I feel like blind man who is now able to see
I feel like a dwarf man who is finally gettin big
I dont know what I am but I now one thing
Im in another world im' a bolt of lightning

Oh trippy sensation
Take over my life, take over my mind
Oh trippy sensation
Take over my hand, take over my eyes
Oh trippy sensation
Take over my house,take over my land
Oh trippy sensation
Take over my world, take over my skies
Dec 2018 · 377
I love you/I hate you
Adriaan Dec 2018
You make me do certain things
So strange they seem
However you are a beam
Of light indeed
But you are not mine
And i hate the world
I look like im fine
But deep in my soul
Im afraid of loosing control
Dec 2018 · 217
Tidal waves
Adriaan Dec 2018
Crushing everything
World changing
Blood spilling
Love making
I am unstopable
YOu cant break me
You cant make me
YOu can only ride me
And if you are not genuine
I will crush your bones
I will make you humble
I will make you cry
I will make you a king
If you only try
To go against my will
With your machines and your bills
you shall return to dust in the wind

— The End —