Documentaries

The religion of comfortness
The last men mediocrity mind
were we all stand in spite of the years passed by
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I’m able to see them, all these people around
I hear them, they talk nonstop to my blank face
Black hole my stomach, my soul
Loneliness
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Elisabeth Nietzsche, the sister twisted plan
The propaganda about the will on track
His philosophy or hers has prevailed at last?
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I’m standing in front of you, yes– you could even touch my skin
I could even look straight into your greedy eyes
But still the black hole in the stomach, the empty soul
Loneliness
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Inverted values and the return of the identical
Every instant will be replayed in the universe somehow
And most importantly the idea of the death of God
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In front of the flat box, eating whatever documentaries they feed me with
erasing every single thought
Filling the black hole, the empty stomach
the lonely soul