Tragic
Caught between two minds with options that are suddenly appearing in front of you,
What would you do?
point the gun at his forehead?in da mouth? at the temple?
Small the action may seem, but they all carry a different meaning, albeit a hidden one.
Do we care?
Like the potential ripple that might form chaotic form, i ask again,
do we care?
One guy asked :"if anyone here was a boss of a certain company, you think they would wana hire you?"
i said : "no."
"who is to blame for that then?"
"me."
too bad you didn't know beneath the undertone
Another, :"Grab history in your hands, be part of it. It's now."
he was there when the berlin wall fell, with his boots and jacket.
he was there when people were marching along the government houses.
"If you think sex was the best thing in life, you ain't see nothing yet."
he taught me to be in control of life, mine.
to explore all things possible.
go see a riot, you realised it's beauty.
not be part of it, just be a spectator.
it's amazing.
how people unite against one stand when there's nothing in common.
yet they fought hand in hand, for their stand.
Can we do that?
Where do we belong now?
What would you do?
point the gun at his forehead?in da mouth? at the temple?
Small the action may seem, but they all carry a different meaning, albeit a hidden one.
Do we care?
Like the potential ripple that might form chaotic form, i ask again,
do we care?
One guy asked :"if anyone here was a boss of a certain company, you think they would wana hire you?"
i said : "no."
"who is to blame for that then?"
"me."
too bad you didn't know beneath the undertone
Another, :"Grab history in your hands, be part of it. It's now."
he was there when the berlin wall fell, with his boots and jacket.
he was there when people were marching along the government houses.
"If you think sex was the best thing in life, you ain't see nothing yet."
he taught me to be in control of life, mine.
to explore all things possible.
go see a riot, you realised it's beauty.
not be part of it, just be a spectator.
it's amazing.
how people unite against one stand when there's nothing in common.
yet they fought hand in hand, for their stand.
Can we do that?
Where do we belong now?
