Good words to masquerade your downfall
Another long line
More people in black
Cursing God and Time
For cruelty and lack
All those people morning another loss
Death and taxes is your only certainty
In this life decay is inevitably
Yours, for it has no meaning and it has no cause
Good words in the eulogy
Never speak ill of the dead
Good words in your eulogy
Please, let this social farce me be spared
Not out of fear of dying, nor fear of the unknown
No fear of losing or being alone
But I have chosen now, this all won't be my fate
Those good words, I'll speak them
As a good citizen's supposed, I'll utter them
For you, eventually for you all
The whole mortal long black line
And with every life lost I'll pay respect again
Respect for petty believes
Petty believes but murdering strong
In the end I'll speak all the eulogies
For all of you who've come and gone
And I'll never speak but good words
To sooth the dwindling numbers left behind
But this good citizen will state his true feelings
His true insights and meanings
By being there, again and over again
Until I’m the last of our kind
Good words in the eulogy
Never speak ill of the dead
Good words in your eulogy
I'll survive the social farce by not believing
In what all of you was handfed
As for me?
I'll state my own good words
Of now and life and will prepare to speak again
When you unknowingly return in a new form, my friend
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Voor allen die durven te dromen van het overstijgen van je maatschappelijke programmering en hun geaccepteerde waarheden het liefst verorberen met een korrel zout.
Als ik eerlijk ben, was deze voor mij
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Rebel Seth