Cripple Bastards
EP • 1994
Victims of society, victims of society You continue to pay - suffering without talk Existing to recycle superiors' will/thoughts Life in general
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 06, 2026
"earnestness" - something i can't call freedom... too rigid "ratiocination" ...but where's a smile among those upset screens Always standing on the same old picture: money Disagreeable selections: - you die in comfortable emptiness / - i live my tragic oddness, alone but free
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 06, 2026
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Invisible chip of emotions projected in the human sphere Uncertainty or sadness are the only reactions of a fanciful mind; Sense of perversion, aggressive hate... Stagnant feelings entangled in sinews My brain's wrapped by hydrophobic webs Your plastic existence will conduct it near the nervous breakdown My conformity would mean complete annihilation, mental blackout Suicide left as the ultimate act of freedom, escape. But no, not for you WHERE PEOPLE SEE A PROMISING FUTURE I CAN ONLY DISCERN AN ENDLESS ABYSS
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 06, 2026
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