Pessimist Poetry letra

I wish I could find the words to tell you exactly what I see, what I feel, what I think. No misunderstanding, no blurred semantics. You see, you seem as dead as the gods you praise. Gone. Numbed by what you call your life. Show me you're alive. Alive. Fuck your gods, they never gave me life. To my generation: I dare you to give me something else. Something more than this. Or have we given in? Gone. Numbed by what you call your life. Do you really think happiness will come from this?
In what direction do we scream and point our fingers? We, the Atheistic Missionaries, the Revolutionaries, the New Generation? Towards a world that doesnÃ,Â't even hear our words because we donÃ,Â't speak the same language? Or is it towards ourselves? How much rebellion is there in HardCore Punk these days? I dare you to be alive, however you do that.

Lack - Letras

• 5 O'clock In The Evening
• Achilles And The Tortoise
• Dawn
• Deserters
• Disburden
• Falling From The Peak Of Truth To The Catastrophe Of The Dissillusioned
• Great Russian Nihilists
• Kill Britney
• Marathon Man
• New American Century.org
• Pessimist Poetry
• Primo Levi
• Ritornello
• Simonix
• Solipsist Letter To The World
• Soot, Smoke & Ash
• The Gay Revolution
• The Only Thing That Can Save Us Is Despair
• When Even The Most Honest Of Emotions Turns Into A Commodity
• Zur Genealogie Des Modernen Menschen