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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Dead Trees

PVRIS - Holy

You've got it all, But you've got it all wrong. You don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul. Oh I know, You make it seem that you feel whole, So they don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul. You put on a faith facade, Think you're holy when you're not. I hate to break it to you baby, But you're simply lost. You can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong, But simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God. You're just a ghost at most, A set of empty bones, Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole, When it gets cold. You don't know. No you don't know. You're all alone, You poor unfortunate soul. You can't control where your body let's you go. You're all alone, You poor unfortunate soul. And you say that I've got it all wrong. 'Cause you just know I'm a poor unfortunate soul. But there's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach, When you're claiming your faith and you contradict your speech. So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek, I know that when you sit and pray you're only praying for keeps. Cause you're a ghost at most, A set of empty bones, Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole, When it gets cold. You don't know. No you don't know. You're all alone, You poor unfortunate soul. You can't control where your body let's you go. You're all alone, You poor unfortunate soul. You're shallow and empty and filled with regret. I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck you only wear 'cause you're weary of what comes next after you're death. Don't think I didn't notice.

Monday, October 13, 2014

In my 30s and I'm hating it...

Shit hits the fan when you're in your 30s and you're not ready isn't? You start to think about the meaning of being alive all over again...  But this time, you factor in your next 5 years...  Your job,  your future wife, your financial status,... 

Without knowing, you only have that mere 2 hours between after you clock out from your shitty job and before you sleep to do shit that you think matters...

Don't you wonder sometimes about what happened to the ideologies and dreams about changing the world through doing stuff that you have passion for?

Passion is dead...  I think I'm holding on to the corpse of what used to be the only thing that matter to me...

I'm becoming a really negative fuck... And I don't like it...