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| "Billy"
I can recall the warm youth of a summer day, yeah:
The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade,
And Billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind.
It moved him secretly. It moved him powerfully.
But prescience was lacking and the present was not all
And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted.
And challenging life with the abandon of a fool,
He squandered the hours of his day.
Then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face, yeah.
It hit him like a friend, struck something deep within.
He couldn't break the chain of slow decay that seemed to drag him
Just like a fatal tie toward the other side.
And Billy was a lunatic, just barking at the moon,
And his brain was totally wasted.
He then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon
And he threw his future away.
Bolt the door and throw away the key.
Your dim reflection is all that you can see.
So where is the justice when no one is at fault
And a human life is tragically wasted?
How fragile is the flame that burns within us all
To light each passing day?
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| This mode of the human condition... why does it feel like an ailment? We are all forced to conciousness and forced to suffer. A beautiful design by a creator or a random collection of matter in a biosphere? Does evolution really seem that odd now when compared to the sickness of the human condition? Your awareness is nothing more than a by-product of your physical constuction, limited to growth by our ability for limited knowledge. A struggle? I feel like Im drowning. | | |
| If suicide wasnt so permanent, I'd have done it about 500 times up till now. "I won't forget the day that, that I came to
And I started thinking that there's more
Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons
And all I ever wanted was someone to
knock me back to the bliss of ignorance
'Cause I feel like running head first into traffic.
And so I'm here to say
That thoughts in bed with pain.
I won't forget the day that, that I found God
In a kitchen knife now and on my arm
So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life
And tell myself this pain is the pain I love
As I swallow the pills of happiness
And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake" "I think the truth is I'm everything that I hate." | | |
| As long as we still have ourselves when all the battles are done, would it really matter then who has won the war? Emotions are nothing but chemical reactions anyway.. and those who feed off of those impulses are nothing but junkies to the natural drugs of the body. Addicts of anger and compassion need to learn reason before judgement. The human race was probably doomed by its biology anyway, and you cant fight the inevitable. | | |
| I've finally found the answer to a major philosophical problem that I've had for years, but it has created an even bigger one. Knowledge can be fundamental, but life is not. We should have listened more carefully Popper. | | |
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