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Mysłowice/Wrocław 12-2 (Happy hours 22-24)

Refusal to think

People aren't born free
They are born with broken minds
We too have broken minds.

What if we had mind-blowing ideas?
Selling them doesn't work
It never worked.

Every Marx and Engels
Had a Lenin and Stalin
There should be Lemmings.

Ideas aren't born with love
They are born with hatred
But with forgivness.

Like a T-Bombs
(T stands for Think)
Blowing a way to hell for everyone.

Laughter, boredom
I don't give a shit
Nihilist gods are like whores.

Our dreams have been auctioned
Mine with a least price
Because I only had my soul.

We dreamed about winning a war
But we never won a battle
Our generals are lying in their graves...

I took an AK and a vodka-grenade
Full manslaughter ammo
But no will, so no genocide.

Kids died in wombs
I couldn't lift a finger
Even my lungs.

[Wybiłem monety dzieciństwa
Błękitne niebo stało się karmazynowe
wybite pałkami zęby mleczne.]

I sold myself in blue
You're in hospital white
Not this number, not seven eight eight

Springtime park and dead swans
I'd like to say i don't regret
I lost something. But I can't imagine what.

I'll buy a memory of happiness
As a souvenir only
I always demand, not please.

[Three-versed poetry
I never really liked it
besides - poetry is dead.]

"The first breath you take when you give up"
is the first breath you take when you wake up.
Willpower ninety-nine.

Silesia-Lisbon.

Coma White

I fell for white powder

anything

The rich and famous
The blood and sperm
We can't be living this life
We can't be living this shit

The majority of shit
The minority of being stupid
Not murdering little children
Not blowing up the Embassys

Killing people seems the right way
But, wait, it isn't
The shit is right here
There's 24 megaton hydro bomb

There shall be One Thousand Suns
There shall be Gods
There shall be no people
There should be white flag and no alcohol

"When we should be weeping with rage
Or at least be rattling our cages
Look at us now - we are over
Look at us now - there is nothing"

No roads, no heavens
No highways, no hells
No streets, no limbos
No killing, no lives.

You shall be as gods...
When you grow up
If your ever grow up
Thou shalt have yours Paradise.

21.11.09