No God. Till Music . She (it) is disincarnate. So no judgement. She's pure
Special scales. When No Judgement. I Hate this God. But I love her. The Music.
No man could burry you down with it. I don't really know. Im sorry, for everyone or no one, I mean everything and nothing.
I can be bad, its just a mood, a constant mood , logos tyrranny. Who speaks best get the best. So I dont believe when you all could say there 's a right and wrong. No right and wrong. Just got rights, no wrong. Double punishment.
By Human flesh, nature and suposely by a God, or a bunch o' them, supposely. Do you want to be Judged twice?
That's my only question.
I dont get the words. " How will I die"
I got a bunch of friends who don't know me. The girl İ loved, the girl I lost
Goodbye get out get out away from me.
All right now. I want to understand something.
I think I want a girl. Make my mind.
So there's only pain. A false God it was. I see life thru pain, And my choral. Makes me wanna sick. Im not Jesus. I don't believe in him, that he died for me, and only sins, are what it was meant to be.
Love give a meaning to life. But she's not mine. So there's few meaning
Life's so empty
that's to say I want her I want call her. I burded my cros enough so let me go now.

People from where I come are the ecstasy
Who doesn't allow me to feel the weather unhealthy
And if I dont tell you these certain things I'm sorry
But I don't even dare say it to me

People from where I come
Divide anything in chromosome
They don't let me go when I dream wrong
But make me know what's going on

And they say:

"In the looking glass I need to see
A nice person who comforts me
And the only people I need to be
Is at least a person who looks like me"

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Les gens d'où je viens sont l'extase
Qui ne m'autorise pas à sentir le mauvais temps
Et si je ne te dit pas certaines choses j'en suis désolé
C'est juste que je n'ose pas me les dire non-plus

Les gens d'où je viens
Divisent toutes les choses en chromosome
Ils ne me laissent pas y aller quand je rêve mal
Mais me font savoir ce qui se passe

Et ils disent :

"Dans le miroir j'ai besoin de voir
Une gentille personne qui me réconforte
Et les seuls gens que j'ai besoin d'être
C'est au moins une personne qui me ressemble"

N.D

Small fractions of days remain
Then will the rabbit crush your girlfriend
And the host will tell you what you gained
You come to life and then you realize
There's nothing to aim
A donkey jacks himself in the wind
Is he giving love or just entertaining
Is he thinking about someone he could have been
If only nobody where there to ride him
One of us was rolling a joint on a washing-machine
But the robot starts and everything get away from Janine
From a rocking-horse we can stare at the world
The four of us can love your house like it was home
And find a friend in you
Like you were a brand new toy
I had to find a friend in you
But they made me to do it

I've been away I didn't locked these doors
You didn't heard my voice and pain and doubt came in yours
And everyone left my shores
Sunny dawns don't light anything
When I know with who I am late for
My feedback has been a pain generator
Rain is a lack and I don't need more
I've been wrong cuz I didn't knew
I didn't had to be asleep to dream of you
But you've always been my morphia chew
Believe me there's nothing to cry to

All was dark when you told me
Revealing yourself and you washed me
All will be forgiven with the winter
Again I'll undress my poppy-flower

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J'ai été loin, je n'ai pas fermé ces portes
Tu n'as pas entendu ma voix et le doute et la douleur sont venus dans la tienne
Et tout le monde a quitté mes rivages
Les aubes ensoleillées n'éclairent plus rien
Quand je sais avec qui je suis en retard
Ma réaction est été une source de soufrance
La pluie est un manque, je n'en ai pas besoin de plus
J'ai eu tort car je ne savais pas
Que je n'avais pas besoin de dormir pour rêver de toi
Mais tu a toujours été mon chewing-gum morphine
Crois-moi, il n'y pas de raison de pleurer

Tout était noir quand tu me l'a dit
Te déshabillant et tu m'a lavé
Tout sera pardonné avec l'hiver
De nouveau je denuderais ma poppy-flower

"I've been insane, well time's slow" - I think I've been cuz time left myself, and my feet, it was just like I were not feeling the ground anymore. It was in pyshical-education class, it's funny cuz its really about that, I were just mental. I could not realize reality: the feet of this girl was that way, but I could not believe it, I didn't had any proof. My friend smokers were calling me, but I was not convinced in my mind they were there, I heard their voices but I didn't knew if someone was speaking. And I was not seeing 'em, but even If I could, I would not believe there's someone to stare.
Cuz two weeks ago, I thought - or realized - mental force was so much powerfull than phisycal force. I thought - or know - that is were more somewhere if I was in my head, and that not false, but very dangerous. " It's not my head wich is in the outdoor but the outdoor wich is in my head". Being not in touch with reality anymore. I tripped too much, I used herbs to leave things and meet my dreams. Cuz becuz of D-rugs, you can realize what you're dreaming of just with imagination and self-persuasion. I think I'm beggining to understand why it's important to make your dream in the real-world.
I feel like I'm blocked between the both universes. I don't realize the real world and I can't believe in stoner world. It's like I were blocked.
And I feel like....
I can not realize people are alive, everyone is dead to me, the acts they complete are not real, just illusions... A wall has been build between them and I, and I didn't find it out. It's like I could no focus on "real" things. I live(d) more in my head and now its really hurting. Being in reality was not being at home. Being alive was being paused. And being with people was being lonely...