Droga.

Se me han dado bien algunas drogas, de las que no figuran en las listas de peligrosas. Y deberían encabezarlas. No desinhiben, más bien lo contrario. Asustan, hacen llorar, te hacen querer olvidarte de ellas, pero no puedes. Siguen ahí, más fuertes que nunca. Desmontándote cada grano de tu existencia, para hacerte sentir miserable.

Preparado para la nueva tanda de mierda autoproporcionada.

Death – The Philosopher.

Do you feel what I feel, see what I see, hear what I hear

There is a line you must draw between your dream world and reality
Do you live my life or share the breath I breathe
Lies feed your judgment of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all

Ideas that fall under shadows of theories that stand tall
Thoughts that grow narrow upon being verbally released
Your mind is not your own,
What sounds more mentally stimulating is how you make your choice
So you preach about how I'm supposed to be, yet you don't you know your own
Sexuality
Lies feed your judgment of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all

Chuck Schuldiner. May he rest in peace.