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S. De Bolster / Illuminati Records.
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S. De Bolster / Illuminati Records.
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April 22, 2012
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:37
Story behind the song
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by Illuminati Records.
Mixed by S. De Bolster.
Recorded at the "Nothing F*** ing Works"-studio.
© 2002 - S. De Bolster / Illuminati Records.
Lyrics
Poetic Flow:
Excuse me my friend but is that your pen?
Can I use it to duel with my skeletons?
Scribbling down words trying to grasp-them
bombastic like a brass-band roaming over exploited land
Lend me your helping hand as I'm writing with a spastic-feather
harsh words pleading for drastic-measures
holding this pen my own steady island in hectic-weather
Painting a chaotic scenery
hideous visions but it's not what they seem-to-be
they're just regular scenes disfigured by greenery
Drifting along the horizons of this loyal-zone
the pen is my king while the paper is his royal-throne
ruling with an iron fist battling the unknown
My mentality is trapped in enslavement
only while I’m writing I can slam it down on the pavement
everything sorted out in a perfect placement
Happily kicking the cowardly asses of these horrible bastards
it’s too easy to fool the masses since they’ve put on the blurry glasses
they were forced to wear in their college classes
Society is crumbling down by collective-ignorance
internal filth smothering respective-innocence
only aggressive reactions follow in-defense
Common-sense has been rejected as false predictions
mankind surrendered to their own addictions
never held back by restrictions
they throw themselves in multiple convictions
Living the rest of their life behind prison-bars
locked in the dark not even seeing the risen-stars
till they finally realize this world isn’t-ours.
Poetic Flow:
Drifting in and out of sleep
fleeing reality since my mind’s too weak to get out of my losing streak
the hill’s too steep for me to creep upon
A rising dawn in a cynical-light
accompanying me on my critical-flight
my self esteem quickly losing height
laughing at my hypocritical-might
My course–is-revealed
a magnetic force-field surrounding me until my source-is-healed
Fighting for my existence
with consistence I’m building up my resistance
so I can live with my soul in perfect coexistence
It’s slowly destroying my energy
the only one that is feeling-me is Misses Hennessey
no one envies me cause all is left is my burning debris
Stumbling on my own, fumbling
another opportunity blown
mumbling curses to the unknown
as I’m tumbling down from my hideous throne
My life is a bad dream and nightmare intertwined
combine the bad and worse without a sign
I want to resign hungering for the light
but I can’t wait to rise and shine
The road’s filled with illogical obstacles
it’s damn near impossible
making me end up in a psychological hospital
I’m always watching myself from behind
it’s like my life is a game which I can control with my state of mind.
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