roguemind

Hello again.

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Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

Count the bodies like sheep
Count the bodies like sheep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Count the bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep
Go to sleep [x14]
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums [x2]

I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself
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When struck squarely and head on extensive damage will ensue.

"I am a ball"

But when struck at an angle a glance blow will result and damage will be lessoned or completely negated.

"Do not try to stop it, just redirect it."

That is art.
The purpose not being to stop or freeze life. But to redirect it and show it in a different, perhaps more enlightening way.
Life is captured. The photon bent and distorted by the artist and redeposited onto a different medium. The life is still there. It is just seen through the eyes of someone else. What better way to walk a mile in my shoes?

If you grew in a place where you had to kill food. Killing would be what you knew. If you dad told you to kill that guy on the corner and take his cheese burger you would and probably wouldn't even hesitate.
But if you grew up in some English palace filled with morals and the bible and whatever guides the weird as English could think of and your dad told you to kill the man on the corner and take the cheese burger this story would end quite differently. You would know then that killing that guy was bad.
When does survival supersede morality?

How random.

-Chris