My mind growls.

The flame is out of control, it burns for others.
Others, not worth unlocking. Posses no soul.
No enlightenment, the weight crushes.
Too many black holes, they suck the life out of me.
What can I call home, when reality is pushing me out of its womb.

Cosmos, all this talk makes no one walk. Let us float and slowly forget the breath of time.

We could be one.

My mind is at war again. I can't make up whether I should care or not.
Could I make a difference, and should I even ponder about it.
Eventually, I do scare everyone. And whatever the purpose may be,
it seems I have no foundation to build upon. This generation is not yet ready,
to let go of their roots and fly into space.

It shouldn't be like this, we could be one.

Today

The working class lights up in the earliest moonlight.
Shovels bite the sand, they silently celebrate their ignorance.
The day that spawns again, delivers anything but liberty.
It brings us nowhere, leaves us behind.
No eyes for the pain and suffering.

In Tyler Durden, we trust.

A little piece of mind.

There is no such thing as a new year. There is no such thing as time.
Time, as "we" know it, is only an agreement.
It's bullshit that people go around saying happy new year,
that they wish you the best luck. Nothing is going to change,
and humanity will still keep stabbing itself and each other in the back.
While everyone is partying and having the time of their life,
the world does not grow less ugly. And all the true beauty to be found,
that which is pure and neutral, is restricted by the swamps of cultures.
If we keep dividing and locking out our true potential as one, we are going to fail as humans.

Have a fucking lousy "new year"!
And for all the smart asses, who think I take life way to serious, you should really look into the mirror, as you believe in something that isn't there. LIFE is not as simple as YOU make it.