DOCTRINE OF VANITY
by Tommi Hannuksela
I'm giving you a doctrine in vanity
Look into the mirror, tell me what you see,Look into the mirror and tell me it's not me
They're still hungry, their souls are greedy, they want more, I'm feeling poor, real facts they ignore, information don't gain, situation general pain. Endless luxury, dreams of power, valid currency, a plastic tower, global destruction I read, from profusion they feed. They increase quality of their own, among us profits are unknown, state of disorder pollution,incurable,no solution
Oppression, it's like a disease, among the weak-minded it bleeds, a perfect car, a perfect wife, a perfect car, a perfect life. It's all good, it's allright, among us day not so bright, now you learn, now you see that our life is just a tragedy that we live in. Law and order, concept of morality, incomplete depravity, individuals autocratic, solid, force of static.
I'm giving you a doctrine in vanity...
Look into the mirror, tell me what you see,Look into the mirror and tell me it's not me
STRUCTURES
Someone should pull your pants down and kick your idealistic, fatalistic mind and kiss your ass till it bleeds cause you don't realise that you feed the mind of the dramatic, fanatic with your bad intentions, new inventions, you can't distract the progress of the mind, killing your own kind, the truth is hidden among lies, realise you can't be the answer until you have found the solution to pollution, contemplation of reincarnationstation.
Socialistic, futuristic way of thinking increasing the way I feel about my status in the up and coming society creeping all over me, is this how its supposed to be? I do not know, sinked so low, I have never been this clever to comprehend the crucifixion of your idol, all you gots to comprehend is the separation of the truth from the lies, so I compromise.
P.O.W.
Oh yes, I'm back again, I'm on the mic, talking about the crap and you know that I'm that type, just hanging around and I never get the grip but now I'm fucking serious and I'm feeling fucking sick,I'm sick of seeing all those military minds, ready to kill, violence pays the bill, blood destruction, dead human being, children, civilians, enough of seeing, the news, the papers are full of that shit, I can't take it , I gots to get rid of it and if you know what I mean, you gotta know what I mean, am I going insane, or is this just a bad dream, no, this is nightmare, but truth as hell but hell is on earth, hear the satanic spell, I gotta do something but what can I do? Wow, there comes a warhero!
I'm a miracle child of this ignorant age and I'm coming through your block with a rampage, my style and my sound, they cause hysteria, better be prepared when I'm coming through your area, coming on strong like a raging bull, just step back cause my cup is full, I won't have it no more, I can't stand it no more, united we stand, devided we fall, you're guilty of a murder in the first degree, just how damn cruel can a human be? Nonsence, violence, both are the same, cause killing in the name wont get you any fame, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, your militarism fills me with disgust, showing obedience, standing in line, refuse and resist, I gotta get mine.
War heroes with their army and weapons, children grow up in the middle of chaos, learning to hate each other, kill another, destroy the Mother Earth, sucker, so many reasons to kill your brother; religion and money, killing is funny, leaders are just watching the show, just playing the game, how many credits are left before the blood rains, nuclear shit is ready to use, but who will push the button? Who will light the fuse? I don't know but I can easily imagine, world is full of insane men and war is fashion nowadays, when no-one can hide, civilians are targets, enemies in wrong side, your side, my side, world is black'n'white, walk through the battlefield, religion is the guide.
STAGNATE
I'm finding it hard to think without being distracted, a cracked egg, collapsing again into being the center of the universe, my focus dispersed,I label myself as every new trend is developed, caught by myself when the priorities are dropped, disable my table of contents as the past tense is shocked...still moving on.
I'm never mentioned in statistics cause ballistics just wont recognise the size of my caliber, now I prefer to avoid all mediocrity still escaping the hypocrisy that I feel be creeping up on me, dropping heavy loads on my shoulders, exploiting my lack of rest, I think that it's a test for my realness, my schizophrenic fear is armwrestling with mytrueself, mytrueself, hah! what a concept, forever a-changing, facechanging, evolving into unexpectable form, varying distance to norm, yet again I'm reborn to a world of scrutiny, a world so full of me but never this willingly have I walked into the desert, never before and never again, will this be the message that I wanna send.
A shout turns into a whisper, a cry is left unheard, doubt reopens the blisters and we're all left to stagnate.
I refuse to sink down to their level where the sincerity's lost, I've found myself out on the crossroads, too many time, wandering on the paths, previously unknown, if it's a good thing is yet to be shown, shifted winds of chameleon, waiting to be blown but not up in size,surprise, surprise, surprise! No-one hears your cries in the deep end.
Following fashion and trends is like including the word modern on a title of a book, just a useless hook, which too many took too serious filth filled their oesophagus cause they swallowed it all too easy, it don't please me, the weakness, too careless,the unquestioned treaty, the reclamation of recreation of free thought that's still been fought for every day but in the strangest way it's the winners of this war who are being laughed at in their face and the losers taking over in an everincreasing pace, so which way was it anyway, were the herds all originally gray, but I got the capacity,yet still being just a branch in the smallest of trees, never again and never before lose yourself, it's time to settle the score.
A shout turns in to a whisper, a cry is left unheard, doubt reopens the blisters and we're all left to stagnate.
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