When Immunities Fall

Cripple Bastards

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    A new issue in the "never mentioned" series
    (only few statements from this is what gtb actually sings)

    Drop by drop you used to sedate me - from a distance
    An unconsciously perfect method

    Those were days when i was dying w/o leaving any trace
    In the hands of a wastedisposalfirm authorized to format my sharpeness..
    All the requirements to carry out the biopsy of my shroud

    ..i had an identity in my tenacity, in holding on to my feelings
    In remembering the oldest flashes of light - discussions, glances
    And from then on i became your blackboard
    Let's write "fucked" on it
    Go on, hang it in the closet of a past to be crushed.

    Someone else shared an experience of inflicted mutilation
    But passively.. and in a few moments.

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    Attacking immunities to shatter the foundations:
    The improvised tacticts of those who live on other people's moods
    Dancing an eternal tango on the heart -> instead of heels, kitchen knives.

    Drop by drop staring at the density mixing with the water
    It's the serum that puts every intention of reaction up against the wall.

    Let me share in my defeat, humiliate me with details
    Remind me that at 30 some people have aged better than me
    Modernize my paranoia - glue me to a mobile phone
    Where your signs of disheartenment always come too late
    Deprive me of all grace, hang me to the noose of apathy and inertia
    Redeem this talent that in your barreness you were never able to cultivate.

    It's the sadism of those who live to take revenge on the others
    Of shocks too radical to be faced up to backwards.

    You are in a waiting room leading to a ghost platform.
    Me - the only passenger, resigned to waiting in vain.
    A crooked tree, crippled by the lightnings of pain….
    You wish - on the edge of drying out.

    War, drop by drop back in the bottle
    War of ethics, of eternally persecuted people, war of nerves
    War to gain continuity, to regain self-esteem
    Not to live in tiredness.
    It's a rustle of dry bones shaken by the desert wind
    Or maybe just an old skin abandoned somewhere
    And that i won't look for.

    War, feeding on war
    Letting you know that you can't touch this land
    That every invasion implies a martyrdrom of your fellow men
    Necessary war, war against habits
    Not to live in tiredness.
    No money and no politics, no ideals but one goal
    The extasy of contentment, the love of nuisances
    Pointing everything against everyone…
    You tried to afflict me - now learn how to hide.

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