all the worst experiences of my life resurface at night when i close my eyes all the things that no longer hurt in the day plague me when i dream i'm aware of the power of dreams but not as a force to shape my future they're the nightly proof that i don't belong that i shouldn't have been born here in my dream i'm fleeing for my life chased for hours round the urban jungle pursued, beaten, stabbed and shot i'm violent in self defence in my dream i sweat at my desk the boss is due and he hates me i try to achieve something but can't i'm consumed by anxiety |
i live in such a pleasant neighbourhood we don't really get crime round here and there is no poverty in this area the best of all possible worlds for me i'm a model of western satisfaction the rest of the world doesn't exist for me i don't see the point of your hostile reaction to eveything that makes life enjoyable for me i go to the beauticians regularly and my wardrobe is full of great clothes we have two new cars and a massive TV and my home's as attractive as the magazines why should i care about human existence? why should i know that suffering exists? in the west we can force the world to work in poverty for our pleasure ok, our town has some pretty rough areas but what happens there can't affect us here it's true that some of them have a bad life but that can't dent our prosperity |
so much unprofessed love so much insecurity so much frustrated affection so much inward detestation with love i wished to demonstrate how my affection could elevate me with love i wished to intoxicate not inundate, not remonstrate, not alienate. so desperate to love, but not accepted if they had, i'd have made them regret it i wanted to support and cherish but instead i could only tear down i thought i had so much to give i thought i'd love with my whole soul i thought i could be so selfless and not cut them all down to size |
there are things i want that i shouldn't have but if i lie i can get them there are things i've done that i shouldn't have but if i lie i can escape them it's an inconvenient truth that the truth's so inconvenient and lies are rooted in hypocrisy i lie to defend myself, to protect myself to conceal & enrich myself lies are what the world is founded upon the honest are disadvantaged the governments lie because they know deep down they can't deliver what they promise but they want to keep hold of their power because it feels better than the vacuum maybe white lies are the dirtiest of all you lie to yourself and your victim everyone claims to need lies for protection but everyone hates to be lied to |
the guys all sleep with any girl they can get so where is the culture? the girls all show everything that they've got so where is the culture? why do we call it celebrity culture when that is the last thing it is? why call it culture where it barely exists just cheap self interest and sleaze, i insist their relationships are shorter than anything except their careers so where is the culture? they want their picture taken, then they punch the paparazzi so where is the culture? they invite intrusion into their lives but then they don't like it so where is the culture? if the public's love for you is more important than your wife's where is the culture? |
everyone in power wants to keep it anyone who's lost it wants it back our tiny egos want some healing ruling over others works humans always abuse their power we can't seem to control it humans always abuse their power we're just not suited to it everyone in power hides every mistake just to retain power in opposition they uncover every mistake just to regain power power as a motive governs every party their power or the lack of it always governs their reaction to every situation truth, compassion, justice and the party line are always secondary to the exercise and enjoyment and retention of power |
have you ever felt at work that you had to get out now have you ever hit the limit of what a human can endure life moves at a thousand miles an hour relaxation extinction but if you put your family before your career they don't like that around here then why accept this life as is stress and anxiety every day why go off daily so meekly to be viewed as a commodity 1,000 miles of refrigeration 1,000 miles of air travel just to bring food to your table and your garden is covered in gravel |
there is no reason to do anything except money there is no measure of success except money i don't have the money motive money as a reason for anything stinks i don't have the money motive what money touches it always defiles all your abilities are useless unless they make money all your talents won't benefit you if they don't bring you money it's true that art is quite useless if it earns no money all your creative satisfaction can't compare with money there's no worse motive to do anything than money if you won't do it without wages it's not worth your time |
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