Just when I was sad....
Expressions that counted to breath
Simple peace...
In school home and street....
They say they are scared of me...
Cause of my problems...
Never as much as I fear then...and their dehumanity...
One must travel faar to find a true good hearted world in this universe...
That without doktrines people are kind...
I reached to teach thou my little she need not to fret...
For smiling when sadness appeals and speaks to her madness....
Cause her world hopefully will be better and peace she shall have...peace...
Not bought by charm....
Just more modest
Time click ticking...into peacefull
Flokk....
The little ones...might be just our hope...
It is worse to fake smile...then stories told invented....
For the ears or the eyes...for the organism...simply...
Oh...people soo cruel...
As I didn't smile
Oh...arrogant i was...
As I fake them a smile...
Then fake full off riddles and hidden agendas my torch...
Oh dear peace of mind...
Still you are not here....
But I'm this generation...the ones with the sick false hope ..those who smiled and where in euphoria.......as the world turned to the worst....
Generation xx the disappointment to the world....
Nothing did they do...they didn't even speak of the subjects...
All smiling fakely...talking of the good vibes...
Had they been doing heavy drugs...very well...
But they where only drugged on themselfs...I love myself...I love my self...I am soo beautyful they would say...as they enhanced their boobs...bums...doing gluteus...or putting on a tighter pants...
And posting it as propaganda for the rest of the flinkå flokk....LOVE YOURSELF......!!!!
That I would call true prostitution...
Not even those who sell their vaginas for pleasure sink soo low...to sell your soul
Prostitute your souls inner values....
If you do good...selfworth comes
If you care little...are selfish...and still point out how wonderful you are.....
Now that is American psyko on a silver screen called society....
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