I don`t belive in God.

<< And the angel of the lord came unto me snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possessed me then. And I begged "Angel of the Lord what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.


It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.>>

Tool - Disgustipated <> Lyrics.

Dead already.

Va-ti dorit vreodata sa va schimbati? sa fiti o persoana mai buna, mai inteleagatoare, mai sociabila mai "ok" cum ar spune unii?! pai eu as vrea sa fiu complet negativul, vreau sa devin o persoana scarboasa, imbecila cretina si nesuferita. O persoana pe care numai cand o vezi iti vine sa o scuipi in ochi, o persoana atat de scarboasa si recalcitranta, numai cand ii auzi vocea o bagi in p*zda masii. O persoana de cacat care vrea sa pozeze a fi ceva, dar nici pe aproape sa nu ajunga. O persoana care o vezi la colt de strada purtand imitatii de branduri mari. O persoana care iese in oras seara si asculta la maxim la boxele Sanny din obor de 30 de lei, Paraziti in Dacia lu tacsu, iar acasa asculta numai manele. Persoana care se scobeste in nas si im fund oriunde, care incearca sa agate femei pe strada incetinind cu masina in dreptul lor. persoana pe care sa iti doresti sa nu o vezi pe strada cand iesi cu prietenii. In final persoana care abia isi permite sa se duca sa dea o m*ie la kilometru`. Da a-ti ghicit, cocalarul infect din fata blocului, care scuipa seminte, injura si isi ia bataie de la toti bossi, care pozeaza pe hi5 cu bani furati de la maicasa din protofel. Cocalarul atat de prost incat sa nu vada mai departe de prostia lui, atat de prost incat sa nu realizeze toate astea si sa creada ca totul e foarte cool si ca toata lumea il iubeste.
O fi asa greu sa ajungi aceasta persoana? Si da daca va intrebati de ce, va raspund printr-o intrebare. "Ai avut vreodata atatea probleme pe cap, neavand timp sa le rezolvi, dar la un moment dat o persoana are nevoie de ajutor, iar tu sari, dar la final persoana este ok cu problema rezolvata iar tu ramai cu mai multe probleme decat la inceput?"
Eu da.

Ba esti nebun?! ai fost, esti si vei fi, cea ce nu iti doresti!

Vacant

"Mind, please cure my obsession, feed my soul and I shall release you from this cage of fear, please I lost so much, I feel vacant, broken"

Asta simt acum.