I don't know what I am for
but I know what I am against
I'm sickened to death by men,
I'm bored to death with myself
I'm sick of the narratives,
I'm done with apologies
I'm sick of conspiracies,
the truth is a dead disease
I can't breathe when I hate this much,
I'm gonna burn all my fucking flags
I sound like a dying cause,
I won’t listen anymore
Even our dreams are intellectual
like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma,
will they last or take us under?
Even our screams are intravenous,
I'm so ashamed of my self-cеnsoring
Why do I feel old and vulnerable?
We all know who's rеsponsible
Even our dreams are intellectual
like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma,
will they last or take us under?
Even our dreams are intellectual
like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma,
will they last or take us under?