I am the re-incarnation, of the afterbirth of a starving nation of dead and dying fools.
Politically tied by the neck to a noose, swaying on an old iron cross.
Across that rugged cross I could have stayed,as long as I could stand to lie.
I wish I could have lied forever.To myself to make them happy.
with clear conscience I can never, endorse that empty propaganda
I think maybe I'm my answer. If I am I'll let you know.
I'll sacrifice myself, to myself, to become my god myself
Have we met? I know you thought we had. But, you've been
wrong before.
What will you think When you discover, that
all the things YOU thought were real are not?
And I,in retrospect, was about as close to real as you ever got?
This whole world is an illusion.This short life so temporary.
What if you fell to the floor, dying, right now? Everything fading out.
By the time you realize you've lost your grip on everything you held dear to you, the only thing that would be clear, is that its too late