Maand: november 2022

Emotions can make your head spin,
But I know we all love from deep within

There is a passion in everyone
And it’s not something to only speak about
Because we have only just begun
To fight for the innocent who still scream and shout

Spread the light of your burning fire
To unite all hearts with hope
Animal liberation is the need in dire
But keep reflecting on how you cope

Every flame also takes until it is burned out
So actively keep healing your inner core
Our hymns of love will become more a-loud
And we will be able to keep returning,

Even stronger then before <3

I don’t know with who
And there’s no known destination
So all I can do
Is to live by procrastionation

I battle with sobriety
‘cause there’s fear to steer, as it drives me
It’s me against society
Heading for a crash, and it’s all I want to be

I’m sickned by the daily flue
But there lies comfort in selfabuse
It all started when my love was left by you
And now life is mine to lose

There is no choice whether to stop thinking
For It was hurt that was inherited by the hart
The daily routine inherited non-consensual drinking
Only opening bottles when talking about a new start

This drug is my die-section
As my lovely body is left forgotten
To love some body knows no ressurection
When it’s controlled by a mind so rotten

I am too scared to walk out of here
As the thought is feeding my anxiety
So I rather stay put with an empty stair
And live on to water the growing lies in me

Infected by the poison some call love
But long past the point of no return
Only one thing left as a blessing from above
Cause I am weakned by the devine yearn

You where always good competition
As my life was yours to inspire
To hold you at night was my darkest tradition
But now i’m left with the bottle for my hands to admire

To drink from it is to procrastinate the crying
As if it’s to feed a kid with a lactose craving
But my bottle is a constructive way to dying
As I am left to bleed without the need for saving

Everyday I am closer to my saviour
Lead by the hands that call themselves desire
I enrich myself, being struck down by my behaviour
Abusing my body like i’m cheap for hire

So here I lie with myself in the bed
Crawling in pain like a drunk abused whore
But my pain knows no pleasure, it’s in my head
And I drink because I don’t want to feel anymore

I am fucking away a thing called sobriety
‘Tho It’s not my legs but my heart that is spread
And the bottle is the only way out that I see
As I make it into an empty tread

Refrein :
I’m building myself a stairway to heaven
Made out of all the cans and bottles I drink
Although I feel like a lucky number seven
It seems impossible to walk when you sink

You are condamned
To everlasting crying
Because when you atempt
You will fail when you are trying

Your mouth’s filled with despair
Only speaking in lies
Creating that what’s not there
And thus the truth slowly dies

Struck down by the misfortune
You are unable to tell the tale
And if you try you will ruin
Since you were born as a fail

Your conceiver died at birth
And all the others walked away
Leaving you alone on this earth
Because you embody decay

It was the sighting of you
That made everyone blind
Because you personify “not true”
Leaving their perspectives behind

Everywhere you set foot
They can see the truth no longer
Because the truth is no good
And so the crying becomes stronger

Your the example of monstrosity
Although your looks are akin
But your drive is curiosity
As you want to know what’s within

The tears you shed are like acid
Tripping down towards your feet
But in the end your still a kid
With no one there to meet

You are crying because of mommy
As you’re responsible for her dying
Nevermore to find the comfort of a tummy
But still you roam and keep on trying

It was the everlasting crying
That was inhereted by despair
For it was your father who was trying
To rape your mommy without a care

You embody her burden and her shame
Since she gave birth to the everlasting cry
And one thing in common stays the same
Which is the question :   why?…..

Vaders verjaarringen
Zoals bij een afgezaagde boom te tellen
De existentie voor de val
Nu heeft hij zelf zijn 65ste weten te vellen

Een overleving van de tijd
Welk we nu tellen in jaren
Iets wat we allang konden zien
Door het verliezen van de haren

Een samenkomst als feestje
Om zijn leven tot dusver te eren
Ik zie hem als zeer vrijgevig persoon
En denk dat niemand anders zal beweren

Soms heeft hij nog wat kinds
Dansend na het nuttigen van bieren
Dan leeft hij in het moment
Iets wat we vandaag ook zo vieren

Zelf probeer ik ook goed te doen
Als activistische zoon
Ik wens je nog veel moois
En doe maar te gek…

want voor ons is dat gewoon

Binnen in mij is een gapend gat
Omdat ik al veel te lang geen feestje heb gehad
Er is geen plezier meer om mijn leven mee te vullen
Geen plezier om de werkweek te verhullen

De resterende eerlijkheid ruimt voor de grote prijs de baan
Daarnaast gaan de bomen en de branches er ook aan
De misplaatste ambiance spat van de formule 1
Maar door het stervende leven voelt menig mens zich alleen

Tegenwoordig zit men in een slechte houding voor de buis
Apathisch kijkend naar de sociale teloorgang, zitten we vooral(tijd) thuis
Dag in dag uit hetzelfde is nu de mantra van de maatschappij
We leefde voorheen in de illusie van plezier, maar ook dat snelt ons nu voorbij

Alles mag aan de kant van de levensweg nu sterven
Zolang het maar niet de vreugd van de rijken zal bederven
Spelen mag dan ook enkel en alleen op hun eigen feestje
Het egoïsme viert hoogtij want dat is kenbaar de aard van het beestje

Welk deel van mijn ‘’vrije’’ leven is nu nog van mij?
De zogenaamde gerechtigheid verandert,
Vanavond wordt het weer stamppot
Want het klootjesvolk is allergisch voor stampij

In een race zonder winnaars weten we nu al 1.5 jaar te verdwalen
Een grand prix die stilzwijgend wordt verlengt en welk we allen maar betalen
Gapende gaten worden alsmaar groter en het leidt zijn eigen levensmoe
We asfalteren alles voor het oog maar de weg kronkelt nergens naartoe

In een land dat zegt tegen eenzaamheid te strijden
Worden loze kreten evenals de mensen snel vergeten
Het enige wat ze vooral niet willen vermijden
Is ook hun enige zorg, en dat is het wagenpark uitbreiden

Het strijden voor een betere wereld
Is de nieuwe psychologische ziekte van de dag
De rest verkoopt hun ziel voor zogenaamde gelukzaligheid
En zo blijft een betere wereld een hard gelach

Verdoofd door het geluid wordt de smeekbede niet gehoord
Hoe lang duurt sociaal drijfZand voort?
Al die zinloze kilometers worden wel gereden
Maar het overbruggen van de belangrijkste afstand..

Als het gebruik van gezond verstand vermeden..

Met de nieuwste formule hebben we gelukkig niet verloren
Want er is een nieuwe eenheid geboren

The people that only see the white of grey,
Will argue that it is white
The people that only see the black in grey,
Will argue that it is black
The cat that sees itself truely for what it is, just grey,
Will always be misunderstood

And it learned that humans can not be trusted by what they say

Combined,
Our garden could have blossomed, though
We dug up arguments and found stones to throw
We collected them all
And combined, building a wall

We could have grown but remained so low
As we fastned our voices when we had to take it slow

Our tears watered the earth as we chose hatred to grow
If we knew then, the loss we now know

We could have flourished, had eachother to throw
We could have fallen, in love. But instead we chose to go.

Our branches reached out as our love was blooming
But instead we made a short-cut
And wandered off to our loneliness dooming

We had misstaken the soil for rotten
Found nothing to sprout
Now, A love almost forgotten
And to scared to get out

We had a choice at Times of Hurt
But we created rivers that washed away the dirt.

We left eachother
as my insecurities poisoned our soil
You wandered crying for your mother
As I havested the fruits of my turmoil

I did not had the tools to strengthen our root
I only treated you like dirt, Instead of the good

Now my heart is burried in the cold earth
Into two pieces as my river tries to cleanse it
Knowing I denied you your love and your worth
As I was too scared to sense it

the fear in me
Made me too scared to see
That I am locked
And your were my key

The face of an activist
Has to be worn with great dedication
Because sometimes it feels worn out
In a battle with no border and no nation

It is one that smiles with a twist
Marked by laughing and deep crying
Always being reminded by the fate
Of our Friends that are still dying

The mouth that wears the smile
Is one with the urge to speak
Given the ability to tell the truth
And all the answers people seek

Creating actions to raise awareness
About the horrors no one should see
Inform that people are the motivation
Behind enslavement that can no longer be

The face of an activist
Respresents the living and the torn apart
As the genuine smile towards the people
Is a plea to look inside their heart

Out there are billion others
Helpless and full of fears
Would you help to smile some more
And stop them from having tears?

When facing an activist
You can either listen or just pretend
As long as the message is clear
That life is yours to grant

As an activist you’re never alone
For you are the voice for many others
And in this battle we stand side by side
For we are Sisters, for we are Brothers

I’m no chameleon at best
And can be dissentfull and true
That’s when I show my true colour
But it wont be around people like you

The area is polluted by oppinion
But not one of them is their own
Today’s play, an masquerated ball
No insightfull souls are shown

I have observed and absorbed
All of the traits that I perceive as hollow
So I can neutral-lies or mimic any threat
And go where none can follow

To me, there are a myriad of colours
But I am only showing outsiders my black
Used to being alone in mind and body
An social enigma, not even I can crack

Emitting the radiance of life itself
But I am not created the same frequency
Behavioural, the freak one sees
Still I try to nurture my natural glee

I have evolved into the black chameleon
So that I can creep your shadows and your Shallow
I have become the master of avoidance
A dance, once more around society’s gallow