As they sink into the highways of lies,
In his dreams, he prepares a new hunt.
He struggled to find the path of truth,
Truly, you are so far from reality that you no longer even see that you are defeated;
Oh, well, you think that’s life,
You don’t even see the days passing,
Unbridled girls who dictate you when to jizz,
Just to say, that you directly feel better, but in fact … Uh …
They can think for you, don’t worry
They can heal your troubles, don’t worry
You just have to let yourself be guided by their truth
Don’t try to verify and be happy to nod
And then stay there to vegetate, like Vegeta you will never be the first!
Strip away your sterile frustrations,
Let your futile feelings flow,
Oscillate between escape and silence,
Waste, between emptiness and power.
Incessant groans – so tiring – have pushed him to the confines of nothingness
A foot on the ground, formerly so proud, he made himself the scapegoat of his peers,
Magnetizing the mistakes made from others,
Their multiplied lies, ultimate recourse to unreality
Thousand efforts erased in a split second
Thousand vociferous but vain truths, locked without waiting
Depressing statement that one inflicts
Imminent crash and fall
A few tears, little appetite
And little by little the taste of life disappears
Quickly flee all of this, go away from here,
Move out there, far from the clutter.
Of these ferocious figures, fascinated by so little …
Of these atrocious cracks, abandoned by the gods
Quickly hide all of this, go away from here,
Escape there, away from a bunch of
Bullshit constantly supported,
Thought as permanent,
But violent and invented, imposed.
Acculturated populations, ignoring the ignored
Easily fascinated by decadence, inevitably fleeing excellence
The dissident culture distorts your dystopian reality… (to be continued)