This night - or should I rather say day - I dreamt I've been on holiday with my parents and my grandma.
The country could have been something like Mexico or Spain. Something sunny, tanned people everywhere with dark hair.
People like everywhere else on earth, ignorant and without a heart.
They tortured animals in ways I don't want to describe here.
It seemed like animals were tortured everywhere I looked.
I tried to tell my Mum, but she reacted like people always do: "What can we do about it? Nothing will happen. We can't save them."
The feeling ... I felt helpless. Helpless.
The more I think about it, the more I assume I become paranoid.
Lots of times I see only evil in people's so-called hearts and thoughts.
No one is perfect, true. But can't we just try to be a little bit better? At heart, at soul, at emotion.
I'm FREAKIN fed up with people telling that it has no use to even just try something, because chances are low that something will change.
"We have no chance, we are too small to make the world go the other way round."
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!
Of course we can't do anything, because everybody thinks like that and has no fucking guts to stand up!
Everyone is always complaining, complaining. Shut the hell up and move your fucking ass! Sucker.
There's so much hate inside of me, so freakin' much nobody would believe it.
Maybe that doesn't give me the right to complain about people myself.
But HELL YEAH, I just fucking GRANT me this fucking right!
If people want to beat me up mentally, do it!
The other me waits for that moment to crush you, oh yeah.
I'm not Gemini for nothing.
The country could have been something like Mexico or Spain. Something sunny, tanned people everywhere with dark hair.
People like everywhere else on earth, ignorant and without a heart.
They tortured animals in ways I don't want to describe here.
It seemed like animals were tortured everywhere I looked.
I tried to tell my Mum, but she reacted like people always do: "What can we do about it? Nothing will happen. We can't save them."
The feeling ... I felt helpless. Helpless.
The more I think about it, the more I assume I become paranoid.
Lots of times I see only evil in people's so-called hearts and thoughts.
No one is perfect, true. But can't we just try to be a little bit better? At heart, at soul, at emotion.
I'm FREAKIN fed up with people telling that it has no use to even just try something, because chances are low that something will change.
"We have no chance, we are too small to make the world go the other way round."
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!
Of course we can't do anything, because everybody thinks like that and has no fucking guts to stand up!
Everyone is always complaining, complaining. Shut the hell up and move your fucking ass! Sucker.
There's so much hate inside of me, so freakin' much nobody would believe it.
Maybe that doesn't give me the right to complain about people myself.
But HELL YEAH, I just fucking GRANT me this fucking right!
If people want to beat me up mentally, do it!
The other me waits for that moment to crush you, oh yeah.
I'm not Gemini for nothing.
Current Mood:
distressed
distressedCurrent Music: Johnny Cash - American IV: The Man Comes Around




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