From dust we are born
and from bones we are gone
I am tired of many things, and I must resign to all this
I am tired of living an addiction disguised as love
How can you care about me when you are fucked
How can I love if being with you is constant survival mode
How do I say I care when I am only scared to be alone
That's not love, that's being lost and wanting to be at home
If being brave means letting go while being afraid of never finding home
Then I must crush every feeling that's a facade and intersect my bad habits with hard spiky stones
Beat my old face to pulp and reform
Paint you a picture with my blood cascading out of my guts
A revolution of my higher self
can you understand the feelings I fucking dread?
An uncaring world must be dissolved
In your acidic tears that can hope for no more
To get the peace my ego deserves
My inner child who can barely understand
That this heart knows no difference from good and bad
I look in your eyes and I see lies
Beautiful butterflies but poisoning in that same regard
I listen to your words but I hear disappointment ringing in my ears
Beautiful melodies designed to sedate my fears
My soul trembles in disbelief
How can I be so blind?
How can it be, for someone so strong
To be swayed by the heart of a snake that only bites
You say you’re shedding your old skin
But that does not mean you stop being a kike
A fool once told me to expect someone to change is the biggest mistake
Well isn't that what Einstein calls insane?
I've been insane many times
But today I am ready...
To renounce to stupidity and proclaim my sanity
I am not a care taker of toxic beings
Nor a reform station for those who are missing
But I am here to oblige my ego to love out side of itself
To teach my child that love is not at all being in constant fight or flight
Teaching my heart that a home to be at peace is truly a love to reckon
So I am ready,
To drown my despair under the light of understanding
Re-engineering my mind to find peace in the storm
To embrace the pain but also allow the chance for that to turn into joy
Because when the lighting strikes, someone dies and at the same time one comes to life
A circle without extremities
Is that god you see?
From dust and bones, what really are we to be?
Descending from the heavens, into a hell of our own minds
Is not funny anymore, the way we constantly cry
Can we all for once agree
That in our insanity we make things worse
My brothers and sisters probably miss me home
But tell me, can I go back before my mission is deemed fulfilled?
For all I know, my life will serve to convince one or two souls
For the better of the world, wouldn't you help us heal?
A singular life, composed of pluralities?
So unwilling to part take, the world we know may never change
And in all this suffering, you choose to drunken life and choke it in slow death?
Why is it hard to choose a healthy life over an egotistic despair?
Don't you know our young are the ones to suffer next?
If you're mother or father, how can you be so careless and cruel to your young?
Don't you know they only mirror your evil and goodness the same?
If you're an older brother or sister, can you say you are doing your best?
For your young siblings, they must learn the nature of the storm is not to have something to blame
It is to relieve your day and to water your soul at the end
That pain is suffering only when you don't understand it as the rain that keeps you alive
from dust and bones,
what more can we make?
You are ready, to take on new day
I am ready, to live a new paradigm
But at the end of the day
Dust and bones, we must remain.
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