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How are we truly civilized if we know nothing but brutality?
What do we do when the machine can't stop printing blood out of us all?
And everyone is talking with fire in their tongues with not a pinch of powder in their veins?
Our world ain't any better than a compost pile full of bugs fighting for a chance to grab a rotten bite.
Good intentions without any action have never stopped any conflict.
The disappointment of being part of a rigged game.
Again.
Love is entering a battlefield blindfolded;
Looking for treasures in trenches,
where no one dares to take cover.
Our foxhole is a crisis of desire.
A real good investment has been valuing time and experience over a bag of silver coins.
Identity, continuity, belonging, transcendence, mystery, and awe...
Confort, edge, novelty, familiarity, predictability and surprise.
All at once.
I risk my life for my work, keeping the last match to burn all the history of my [he]art.
How are we truly civilized if we know nothing but brutality?
What do we do when the machine can't stop printing blood out of us all?
And everyone is talking with fire in their tongues with not a pinch of powder in their veins?
Our world ain't any better than a compost pile full of bugs fighting for a chance to grab a rotten bite.
Good intentions without any action have never stopped any conflict.
The disappointment of being part of a rigged game.
Again.
Love is entering a battlefield blindfolded;
Looking for treasures in trenches,
where no one dares to take cover.
Our foxhole is a crisis of desire.
A real good investment has been valuing time and experience over a bag of silver coins.
Identity, continuity, belonging, transcendence, mystery, and awe...
Confort, edge, novelty, familiarity, predictability and surprise.
All at once.
I risk my life for my work, keeping the last match to burn all the history of my [he]art.
Listening: "Rule My World"
by Kings Of Convenience