√ personal / real

the observer and his observation:

everything is true / false

no? there can't be cracks

i do not see cracks?

a real life! has to be calm@selfish.com

or maybe (really not) my ideas are true / false

#1: this is space

#2: this "true / false" sense of space*time

#3: fake (i $ people $ i)

#4: me & me & me & me &  ...

#5: null

#6: 50% of time hid panic

no more ideas!

observer + world = selfish

or maybe calm > selfish

incidents ^ infinity zero

failures = failures * 2

i do not see cracks??

if a crack i see, i will go through it

discovery through artistic impressions!

root of problem: conception of

de(personal/real)ization

Worldly Desire I: With Me

Now I see, but back then I never saw what it was like to destroy

and facilitate this process, now I believe in me
How many tries it'll take for a shot to be fired?

The gun's spoiled
The fucking gun's spoiled
Everything withers and rots, just like my gun

Forever now
A time when we can all live with a worldly desire
to serenade all the lies and all the lives and all the light
Watch them melt while we all burn
That's our desire

Now we'll take pride in what we've done
for we wished for a world that's second to none
All the times we've seen a depressing heart
it's a false heart

In this very second, we only wish
for this land to forgive all of us
and when things go bad with our hearts still sad
the world will desire with me

Words Lie

Sinking my teeth into the back of my own hand
the green veins rupture while my blood overflows
They will never care, or never dared to care?
I laugh
I spit on my own wretched face
I can be them and they can be me
It will all be exactly the same

If a high-pitched scream tears your eardrums,
will you continue screaming?
You wanted help; you wanted salvation
from all your inhumane manners
Yet, I'm really a personification of you
I'm really an ancient sinner
truthfully an observer
They say if I were to observe sins,
as an observer, I would've sinned

I failed in being human
If there is a tune that calms me
please, keep it on repeat until the day I die
though I am unsure if I can trust humans
They lie
That's really just an excuse for my insecurity

Really, I just want to be human
I can no longer control
I can no longer persist
If being human is a form of pride
I'd rather stick to being an observer
A sinful observer
Because words lie but the heart does not