ONE PERSON'S PASSION IS ANOTHER'S PERVERSION... THE EXTREMES OF INTIMATE EXPERIENCE ARE WITHOUT LIMITS ONE PERSON'S FICTION IS ANOTHER PERSON'S EXPERIENCE SO BEWARE FOR ANYTHING GOES HERE - YES, ANYTHING THAT WHICH SHOCKS YOU MOST IS BORN OF YOUR OWN FEAR - BUT CAN YOU FACE YOUR FEAR? OR DO YOU JUST HIDE BEHIND POPULAR JUDGMENT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE? where you come from, child (the wild) |
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when people give up dreams before they start living independently when the only hope they hang on to is for an imaginary place in the sky and everybody seems to look outside of themselves for someone to tell them how to be what to do, what to be look at you, look at me when did you give up yourself for a place on someone's shelf what the fuck is wrong with this world when people seem to be so lost and afraid of just about everything when before twenty years go by they stop looking into each other's eyes and everybody seems to die long before they take their last breath why are they afraid to sing? what to do, what to be look at you, look at me when did you give up your song just to pretend to belong what could make a world go insane when people give up instincts and awareness before they know how to use it when the accepted perspective is oppressive and critically suicidal and everybody seems to think that the life is only fun and cool if you abuse it what to do, what to do stars fall from the sky and become icons style is more important than the heart somewhere hope prays you will leave the light on to save life before it falls apart you would it you were smart what the hell have we done with this world maybe leaving our instinctive sense of smell behind was the start of our fall for the stench of our own rot is accepted as if everything is fine and everybody seems afraid to live or trust or love or give their all what to do, what to be look at you, look at me when did you forget the wild is where you come from, child All Content � 2008 Candor Communications |