lyrics
This is what you say when they ask you.
Yeah, what’s the point of holding back what you can hold against all the expectations and the fingers pointed at you?
Fake princess, it’s obvious you’re indigenous to the scene. Nevertheless, nobody gives a shit, nobody listens, you see.
And it feels like losing teeth, swallowing broken glass, giving up all you’ve got, forgetting how to breathe.
Whenever you feel like shit, do what you want with it, but it’s never advisable to quit.
What you create is all you have.
Audibly, I’d say “Children come to me” and then you’d gather around respectively, and then manipulate your reality, and then understand what you’re about to become.
I’m not cynical, just a bit critical, a little less interested in this boring spectacle.
I’m not quite amazed by children with straight A’s, from zero to hero as soon as they get their MA’s.
Spending your time fascinated by gravity when you know it’s common interest to contradict humanity.
Say “Fuck stability, I’ll be who I need to be, ‘cause I don’t want to end up being responsibly empty”.
Yeah, what’s the point of holding back what you can hold against all the expectations and the fingers pointed at you?
Tell them you cannot understand what the fuck it’s about. “Cannot comprehend! Bass too loud!”
Speak up! Stand up! Direct your word up!
Do what you do and do not ever stop!
credits
from
Interpolar Link,
released February 1, 2010
Kuba Mitoraj - guitars, programming, bass, samples, synthesizers, backing vocals.
d' - vocals, programming, bass, samples, synthesizers, d-beam manipulation.
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