futile games for a pseudo life

blindfolded

mummies, old, yet in perfect conditions

growing need for change

agonized shrieks

open my mouth

all my strenght to empty my lungs

no appaerent sound

at least for the rest of the world

"do you really think one person can change anything?"

"will three people make a difference?"

no, they really won't change everything

but every time I expose my ideals

one more person MAYBE see what i'm trying to tell

geometric progression

starts small, but like a snowball of knowledge

we'll break down the society how we know

try to think a little bit further

"you're too radical, you think you can change everything"

I prefer to think like this,

than sitting on a chair and think how to get more money

to buy brand new things

that will be not trendy in two months

buy a toilet that wipes your ass

pay a hooker to suck your cock

I dare you to buy hapiness