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Excuse me my friend but is that your pen? Can I use it to duel with my skeletons?
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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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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.
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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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