But at the end of our lives
When we saw lows and highs
We finally realize
the demise of our nature…

I `m not predicting Future,
Not reading Revelations,
Not reading junk sensations,
Not dreaming of elation
I don’t care ur accusation
D` ya need an oration to explain
Aggravation?

Step off my space station
I hate affectation
So just shut it and listen
To the news of aberration…
Cos` we` re the final generation
On dole and probation
From station to station
And as the cream of the nation
We want standing ovation

We are extraterrestReal
We learnt not to fear
No tears tear apart us
From our guns
No trust, love doesn’t `t last
No fuss
We shoot and ask…

I don`t care what u wear
What u dare or is it fair…
Don’t be unaware
Prepare and beware
Cos` I do have a spare bullet u Muppet

Let me suggest it…
U don’t have to question
Reaction and Action
It’s just simple perfection of the mind
U don’t find, u don` t hide the answer...
U have no pride 2 b a gangster
so just piss off Mr. Ganser
Don’t b like a cancer
cos` I’m gonna b mental
though my case is accidental
I’m not gonna b gentle only judgmental
I make u transcendental…

And our passion is Fashion
Undivine distraction
Not feeling compassion
We cash in destruction
Functioned by Funkshion
We get to a junction
Neurotic malfunction….

We R Screwed…
So don't let be fooled!


27/January/2009

Š Danloy
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