And here we go, I presume. New blog, new beginning, if one has the energy to look at it in that way.
This blog will be updated very, very rarely, and usually only with lyrics and/or other crap, so don't expect me going all bananas on your arses. Quite frankly, I only have this thing to get rid of thoughts and lyrics that take up too much space in my mind. If you find that boring or things alike, don't bother dropping in. :3
Insane girl who likes music, lunacy, sarcasm and anything out of the ordinary says hi by the cunning use of a waving hand. 'Ello maniacs. I'm eating grapes, those green small, round things you know? Though these are messed up. Found a quadgrape a few hours back, and it looked anything but normal. It was named Charlie and put to the side, as special things are supposed to be taken care of. Unfortunately, now Charlie is dead. I ate him. He tasted sour, the bastard. One of Charlie's mates were white and gross. I named him Nate, and I think he's a bit of a pessimist. Not too sure though.
Anyway, this little insane girl wants to kill things, which means videogames 'til she faints on the spot.
Onward, to futility.
Broder Daniel - Dump For Broken Dreams
If we're told we're an asset
Why are we treated like a problem
And if you break our dreams
Do our hearts not go to sleep
Like a dump for broken dreams
Is how this country seems
Splinters of dreams
So it feels
If we're always discouraged
If time for us can't be afforded
If an open heart gets crushed down
What then is rewarded
In this world inside a jar
Our jobs are all we are
You are like a ghost
If you have none
When they say we have no use
They must be deaf and blind
Why should we take abuse
I pay no mind
If everything's perfunctory
Only made half-heartedly
If all is done by default
What is done from the heart
Like a dump for broken dreams
Is how this country seems
Splinters of dreams
So it feels
How come no one sees
We're just categories
We live and die
By rank
This blog will be updated very, very rarely, and usually only with lyrics and/or other crap, so don't expect me going all bananas on your arses. Quite frankly, I only have this thing to get rid of thoughts and lyrics that take up too much space in my mind. If you find that boring or things alike, don't bother dropping in. :3
Insane girl who likes music, lunacy, sarcasm and anything out of the ordinary says hi by the cunning use of a waving hand. 'Ello maniacs. I'm eating grapes, those green small, round things you know? Though these are messed up. Found a quadgrape a few hours back, and it looked anything but normal. It was named Charlie and put to the side, as special things are supposed to be taken care of. Unfortunately, now Charlie is dead. I ate him. He tasted sour, the bastard. One of Charlie's mates were white and gross. I named him Nate, and I think he's a bit of a pessimist. Not too sure though.
Anyway, this little insane girl wants to kill things, which means videogames 'til she faints on the spot.
Onward, to futility.
Broder Daniel - Dump For Broken Dreams
If we're told we're an asset
Why are we treated like a problem
And if you break our dreams
Do our hearts not go to sleep
Like a dump for broken dreams
Is how this country seems
Splinters of dreams
So it feels
If we're always discouraged
If time for us can't be afforded
If an open heart gets crushed down
What then is rewarded
In this world inside a jar
Our jobs are all we are
You are like a ghost
If you have none
When they say we have no use
They must be deaf and blind
Why should we take abuse
I pay no mind
If everything's perfunctory
Only made half-heartedly
If all is done by default
What is done from the heart
Like a dump for broken dreams
Is how this country seems
Splinters of dreams
So it feels
How come no one sees
We're just categories
We live and die
By rank
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