Tired Maker Ignorance BakerWhat the fuck is you gonna do?
Chopping a speech into a wooden plate,
all talent will be submerged.
A split energy, to get the cattle to work.
A chaos theory, to have no checking position.
The masses need steering, though sex in order to have fresh animals.
No true feeling wanted, persecutory delusion, will keep them slumber lined up.
The herder is just a little lazy, you know, nobody has to go crazy.
Hazy fantazy, that´s amazy.
And one day somebody wakes up, astounded, what happened.
Painfully clear, work was done for nothing and no one.
Destroyed bodies at the sanitariums, of course the mind made it´s way too.
What the fuck is you gonna do?
That Mother Is Giving Me Lessons?In a while, see you smile,
your pile, not making any decency to forget about the difference of sluts.
Just like the farmer, caring for his cows, feeding and milking, that´s the way you like...?
Else, they are at the conservatory doing another credit, to get along in working life.
Haha, there is this wild hog, jumping around ...cute to watch, I have to agree.
Eating my fucking flowers, even if they taste bitter, maybe trippin`I don´t care.
A boy crosseyed and a bonelazy taxidriver ...inside, outside.
If you use that smartphone again, while I am here, I´ll kill you.
That rock is rolling down the mountain, trying to get me...
His aunt tells me, those guys will grow worse and worse, nobody will escape.
When you´re captured in a room with a stranger, what is your advice for him?
Like in one of Kafka´s short stories, I am supposed to carry that little woman over,
to the other side of the river.
I bravely have to abide, the cold water and her charge.
You know that
Short Cutting A System Of DownDays of physically punishment are over,
they established a more psychologically way to make people work.
The dark demons of a harsh world are still there, just hiding good.
Religion and other kinds of shit, for the stupid masses.
Be punktually and exact, else they drop you in the dumps.
A mental illness is predicted, faster than you can think.
Nobody want´s a chaos, isn´t that a reason enough?
Our nuns and preachers of the good clean world,
have changed into psycho monsters, no future for them.
Dark shadows of raptors, over you, you do not recognize.
Rules, ruling the emptiness with great power.
Confusion for everyone, who does not do, like told.
Hammering down any free thoughts with stress.
Big depression ...drilling deeper into, their notion.
Vexing the gandpa bear, hopefully dies soon!