I was floating around in the sea water trying to make shapes, triangles, circles...shapes that have a beginning and an end.
Shapes that circle me around that go by myself and come back refreshed.
You would never fucking understand my voice
Clothed in your little tiny world...you destroyed your shapes
Your madness and provoked the whole destruction of it
You my friend have no future
How can you float with no a god damned shape, no purpose, no reason
How can I hear your voice when you have no sound?
You are a fucking muted robot.
And you are my toy...I can switch you ON and OFF any time any where I want to.
Pathetic isn’t it?
You will be programmed by me...everywhere you go you will recognize something which relates to me...my form.
And you will enjoy it...like you should
Regardless to that, you could be happy...yes you could...
You could have made your dreams come true.
Make yourself be real
Make your sound be listened
Make your eyes be attracted to my eyes, to their eyes
Make you alive and real
But to be honest...
I would never be you
I don’t even petty you
You are a laugh my friend...
Time to change.