Ratings Lyrics
Cripple Bastards Ratings
My life can't close itself in a hole,
can't vanish in the sad waiting list of those who have lost before they've begun,
of those who haven't gone beyond the gates of an imposed normality.
Forced hate, I wish I had never met you.
Tears of boredom, snapped nerves, instant horror.
I see my body move from one cage to another,
I spend my days cultivating apathy, disinterest, suffocated violence.
I feel offended and inoffensive, a headstone stuck in cement - a broken candle.
Hanged in silence, the disappointment is reciprocal.
Kicks in the teeth, everyday, explode in your houses, in your schools, in your streets...
A INCREASE OF "CULTURE" - AN ABANDONMENT OF FEELINGS.
COMMENTARY
Creativity against passive dependence,
diversion against imposed standardization.
Give the right value to individuality...
don't fall in the nullity of a speechless crowd.
LOOKING FOR ALTERNATIVES, INVENTING ONE'S LIFE, THIS MEANS LIVING.
can't vanish in the sad waiting list of those who have lost before they've begun,
of those who haven't gone beyond the gates of an imposed normality.
Forced hate, I wish I had never met you.
Tears of boredom, snapped nerves, instant horror.
I see my body move from one cage to another,
I spend my days cultivating apathy, disinterest, suffocated violence.
I feel offended and inoffensive, a headstone stuck in cement - a broken candle.
Hanged in silence, the disappointment is reciprocal.
Kicks in the teeth, everyday, explode in your houses, in your schools, in your streets...
A INCREASE OF "CULTURE" - AN ABANDONMENT OF FEELINGS.
COMMENTARY
Creativity against passive dependence,
diversion against imposed standardization.
Give the right value to individuality...
don't fall in the nullity of a speechless crowd.
LOOKING FOR ALTERNATIVES, INVENTING ONE'S LIFE, THIS MEANS LIVING.
