manifesto of the Glitz Messiahs

don't cry for us,
oh beautiful one.
today we die for you
tomorrow we will return to die again.
we can transform, destroy and multiply,
we can be anything
to satisfy your every single need.

when you lose your way here,
we will be your saviors,
to guide your way across the pages.
when all hope becomes despair,
we will be your answers,
to redefine any concept you despise.

don't abandon your will,
believe in us,
one day you can be
gorgeous, magnificent, like us.
you have to transform, destroy and multiply,
you have to be us,
then they can never kill you.

when you lose your way here,
we will be your saviors,
to guide your way across time.
when all hope becomes despair,
we will be your answers,
to reinterperate the facts you despise.
because we only speak the truth,
and we must never be apart.

dis_connect

your game is nearing the end
darling, disconnect
yourself from this commercialism-
consumerism resumes sumptuousness.
endlessly guiltlessly,
you've been moving
just a little faster than fashion.

disconnect, disconnect
yourself from the glossy papers
will you never stop
till they recognize your epic return
as the Messiah of Glitz and glam
of this gutter glitter.

and where did your love go?
juxtaposed upon this porcelain face
and where did you soul go?
mercilessly pounded for their brilliant cash
used to buy their brilliant trash


disconnect
when will you disconnect?

will you die, pretty baby

when you disconnect?

descent

we should stop pretending that nothing's broken.


after all this time,
you still plague my mind like a disease
contaminating everything in the world as i perceive it,

you have no business being there.


you make me want to destroy everything precious to me
just to stay forever in one particular moment
that exists only in my head.

how i love your rantings...

dear children, you are not heroes, you are not rebels of the left wing , you are definitely not saviors of the unfortunate and the abused, and you haven't said a thing that hasn't been said before. dear blind young believers, you will follow the teaching of the old deceivers like flocks of mobs carrying empty slogans seeking to savagely right the wrongs of those far away for reasons you can never comprehend. but darling, you've got problems of your own and the doctor says those problems are fatal, but tragically you can't even see them. you fall for the mass media like a devout Christian. your reactions are programmed. so go on and masturbate in your cash, my love the system embraces you with open arms, with freedom...the kind that those ones far away cannot even begin to imagine. right?

of course you're right.

this is the age of the cynics

this is the age of the cynics.

we, the hopeless romantics, are a dying breed.



and it breaks my heart
that we have to live this way.


why can't we stop condemning the ones who believe?

just when can we start believing again?

never_ending

someday i will wake up

and realize i gave made up

everything