Forming weapons out of your imperfections/
Since the weapon of choice/ is always the one of failure.
To drink/ the blood that someone/ pissed on your cup
(the cup/ your wife/ your children/)
Let's propose a toast/ to the fang that slices the most
Your lust for life/ prepared and organized/ like cups for a wedding
beatiful/ but dead inside
Since love/ is for you that which jumped out/ of the cocoon/
during the metamorphosis of a low self esteem/ (the self esteem that is yours to handle)
Nullifying your self/ for the shake of "we"
when "we"/ is in reality another "I"/ bred with the fascist craving of a Mithras bull
Generalized subjectivity/
raising a temple/ now named "objectivity"/ and the opium of the people was never so appropriate before/ now used for the faceless masses/ to recreate
All your life, a piece of meat,
meat for their cannons/ to fire/ and consume your ego
and will to create something personal
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