I'm that first-person they talk about in all the books
I'm that perspective you cannot doubt, see how I look
Control the narrative reliably, baby, it's all about me
And I wrote the book about throwing the book
At those who don't do it by it
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So now I'm holding myself hostage
Stockholm lust just looks like justice
And enough lefts don't make the right but two wrongs do
Oh man, Sun Tzu would love this
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So, God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being
I mean, imagine if protagonists just died in the first scene
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I loot plot armor from NPCs
Well, they are to me
Trite, tropes, traits, traumas, trinkets, and treats, it's all XP
Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's superego
The underdog you cheer for
Villains are everywhere, that's how I know that I'm the hero
I noticed that the sunshine is a gaslight
I'm hoping that this one might be my past life
My Lord, I know enough to get my facts right
and that's good enough for me
and everything and everyone will die soon
and we'll have nothing left for us to lie to
No matter what we seek you'll never find truth
and that's good enough for me
True believers, I said, old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Well, this disease is defined by its treatment, you people make me sick
Parlance of imbalanced, cambia's been challenged at best
AstraZeneca's just theoretical
Prints of your fingers in the Rorschach jigsaw, say you saw a treasure map
Straight-jacket and tie, psychiatric supply, while we tragically try to fit into a trap, but
Who'd want to be human anyway? (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Who pilots all these crude machines?
Why'd you come into this world or come out that way?
Like freaks of nurture, well, isn't it funny?
(Well, not ha-ha funny, but y'know, funny...)
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Too weird to love, too scared to die (ay, ay, ay, ay), too alien to take you home
Horrified at the sight of my reflection in your eyes, I don't belong there
Well, it's your conclusions that make mine delusions, so I make you sane
You can thank me later
Read your horoscopes, your palms and tarot cards
But either way your destination ain't very far
You could drown, or choke, or burn, or be hit by a car
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
But something will eventually
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In the fabric of time and in the vastness of space
A billion amounts to nothing in infinity's face
At most a couple generations will remember the ways in which
Your life never mattered
So, who cares if it's a waste?
Well, one day you'll be not even a faint memory, no
At most a ghost or falling leaf from your family tree
Your legacy's not yours to see, nor is your eulogy
And you'll never know what it all means
The Sisters Of Mercy are outstanding - but you must get the right master of their albums, or it can sound really flat.I grew up listening to the Doors and The Cure.
I listened to The Sisters of Mercy throughout my High School and College years.
After that, I got into more World Music, Shoegazer and D&B.
Overall, I am picky.