I often feel as if I'm not cut out for this world/life. As shitty as that may sound...I honestly hate this modern world and what it stands for. When I think of all these radioactive waves wifi I want to vomit in disgust. We've enabled cancerous poisons travel through our everyday lives via mass meat production and being hell bent, better yet brainwashed by the media, mass appeal and fashion. Society is so comfortably out of tune. And yes, I am a victim of such...being into the fashion aspect of the world, keeping up to date with current events, following up on the media. (I have a strong hate/hold for how much I allow myself to follow the media) However, it's all too natural. I find it all apart of my normal routine and life. In fact I think we don't even realize it anymore...we've become accustom to the hype. It's all fools gold. If it were up to me...We'd live like the Indians. I want to be able to live off nature again. That is what life is. I want to be able to hunt and cook my own food. To salute the sun as it rises and sets, for it is a sense of living. I want to be in harmony with the flowers and trees and know i can take a deep breath and have natural synchronicity, with myself and loved ones. I hate the constant use of cell phones, social websites, iphones and ipods. Fuck me, I still use a walk-man. My point being, as much as I may be a contributor, I'm the least bit. I just honestly feel my spirit is corrupt here. I hate this life. I hate these people and their diseased souls. I want to be free of such things.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth if a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood on the rise, it's following me.
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood on the rise, it's following me.
Indian, Indian what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all.
