Dying on your pedestal, alone, aside from the rest of the world. A pedestal
they built for you. Your intentions remained intentions...
Your art is a product of mass consumption benefiting some through the sale of
plastic. Manufacturing a sound they can dance to.
The illusion of a rebellion and you play along. For the record; you're
useless. For the record; insignificant. For the record; you're futile.
For the record; you think you're special; you're not. you're nothing but a
commodity. Nothing. You think you wrote a page of history; it's false.
Your actions are based on selfishness. For the record you're useless. For the
record; you're insignificant. For the record, you're futile. For the
record; you think you're special; you're not. There is a thousand just like
you out there dying on your pedestal, alone, aside from the rest of the world.
A pedestal they built for you. Your intentions remained intentions and nothing
else. Nothing.
Nu ne. Šitos nelaukiamos viešnios nesustabdysi... Tai dar vakar man ir Joe Cockerį priminė, kad tą pačią dieną iškeliavo anapilin prieš 11 metų. Tiesiog ta savotiška kalėdinė simbolika, kai apie Kalėdas dainavę per jas +/- iškeliauja Anapilin, nemaloni